I sat down on the plastic chair. The plastic table in front of me was layered by a flower-patterned plastic sheet. It looked worn out. If plastic had life, it would probably have been dead. Nevertheless, it held an ancient charm to it. People often find old houses and old cars charming. Can't old plastic … Continue reading Nabigreko Keti | The Un-spoilt Girl
Three Nepali men sat next to me at a coffee shop. I tried not to overhear them. But you cannot not overhear three Nepali men. When three Nepali men meet, they make sure that everyone hears them. If it was any other day, I would have been annoyed because either I would be immersed in … Continue reading Three Nepali Men
I stopped my bicycle next to the shop. Some might characterize this particular shop as a khaja ghar, others might call it a bhatti. The definition often changes paralleling the time of the day - khaja ghar during the day and bhatti during the night. Given the time of the day I had found myself … Continue reading 100 Rupees Chowmein
Recommended audio track to accompany the reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bjru81b3ExQAlternate track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoJiN2PVZ6g We met Sachet on a rooftop at Patan. I had not seen him for six years, although it felt way shorter than that. I was not a particularly big fan of Sachet. He had his way of wooing people but for me his performance of … Continue reading The Patan Rooftop
Being inside my room all the time has made me tired. It's not that I don't like this place, I absolutely do. But because everything has been shut down, I do not quite know what to do outside. There probably were things to do, there always are. I could go on a walk, maybe ride … Continue reading Wai wai and the Kirana Pasal
This is an experimental piece- I tried presenting my blog post in an audio format. I wanted to keep the style of the 'text' similar to how I usually write. I might play around more with text and audio in the future, and see what kind of a product you all like 🙂
I watched, or rather looked, at what was happening below. There were four boys playing football. From the few seconds that I gazed at their play, I could not gather where the goalposts were. I did not even know if there was one. What were the rules of their game? I could not tell. One … Continue reading Mystical Lands
I roll my eyes every time someone says, "Oh! I love the rain. Just waking up to it makes me calm." My negative response is not because that I do not like rain. Actually, it's quite the opposite. I usually do like the weather when it rains. I just hate the fact that it does … Continue reading Rain, rain, go away?
I opened my eyes, right at 7:41 am. For some, waking up then would mean an utterly late start to the day. Some of those people would, perhaps, have to wake up early, walk a few minutes or maybe hours, and get a gagri of water. To wake up at 7:41 am would mean to … Continue reading When Did You Wake Up?
this town reeks of conservatism where all balconies and windows have eyes and they speak vile words despite your role as a stranger passing by and when the safe haven of 'home', of 'your place' obscures discrimination as care and as love where do you go for sanctury when you are already nobody.