The leader woke up. How was he feeling? His muscle felt tense despite his 8 hour slumber. Anger. That's what he was feeling. All day. Everyday. Apparently, the other leader had hurt his ego the previous day. "Chitta dukhyo. Kamalo mann tutyo," he had complained the YouTuber who had taken his interview. His own followers … Continue reading Smog, Airport, and Lollipop →

"What's for lunch today?" I yelled from my room. "Bhyanta. Eggplant," my dad shouted back from the kitchen. The news calamitously landed on my ears. My brain felt abducted - where was freedom in this house? But I was free too. I had all the agency in the world to get up from my bed, … Continue reading Aalu, Bhyanta, Gobi →

He sat in front of me. My view of him was slightly clouded by the steam arising from the cups of dudh chiya on the white-surfaced table. Puffs would rise up, twirl around, and then disappear into thin air. He took a drag from a Surya cigarette. After taking his time to churn the smoke … Continue reading Wing Man Chicken →

Her and my relationship with each other is supposed to be sacred. Annadata. The food provider. On days when my laziness engulfs my being, I grab my worn-out, small-framed, green-and-white cycle and make a quick 5-minutes run to the chamena. The chamena where my annadata resides from early in the morning till late in the … Continue reading Annadata | अन्नदाता →

The cat was lurking around in the backyard of my neighbor's den. It climbed the brick-and-cement boarder wall and that's when it noticed me. From the second floor balcony, Jack Nicolson was looking at our interaction. Maybe the cat was not looking at me. It's eyes were fixated towards my direction but there was no … Continue reading The Ignorance of Jack Nicolson →

The boy kicked the red-spotted black ball. It bounced off the flower pot at an acute angle, and landed a few feet to his right. The stray cat, basking on the warm Magh sun, stood up, ran, and punched the ball. Samir was watching the order of events from the second-floor window. The small cemented … Continue reading Modern Child, Modern Kind →

The monkey climbed up the lamppost. It was not one of those small lampposts in a cute town, as shown in American, British, or even Indian movies. Rather, the lamppost was almost four story tall. That's what the Road Division and the Municipality had agreed on when deciding the final design of the lamppost that … Continue reading “A Nepali astronaut is called coconut” →

Jayesh pulled open the netted door. The door creaked a little as it opened. A musty yet refreshing smell welcomed him. He tried to pin it down to the source. Surya Red and marijuana. A welcoming cheer from the group of boys and girls followed. "Aau. Come sit here," Seema patted besides her. She was … Continue reading Marijuana: the growers and the smokers →

Ramesh Sharma's gaze was fixated on his phone screen. The iPhone 12 Pro was gifted by his son who had recently started working at a financial consulting firm in Boston after graduating from a top liberal arts college in Massachusetts. Nobody knew how well he did in college. He never told his parents, or even … Continue reading Donald Oli →