fl*ck

At midnight, the desk lamp flickered. It was nothing out of the ordinary. The lamp was ancient but it still had utility. At least for Samrat. He would have bought another lamp, had it not been for a lack of money. It was not as if money did not come. It did. But when it … Continue reading fl*ck

I am a बाख्रा

न्यानो अङ्गालो र चर्किएको मुटुले भरिएको यो मेरो शहरमा रुमल्लिदै म आँफैलाई एउटा ट्याक्सीमा पाए। शायद यो ईतिहासको प्रसंन्सनिय खेल थियो या शायद यो दुई बटुवाको मेल थियो। मलाई थाहा भएन। थाहा हुनु नि थिएन। ईतिहास रचिरहेको थियो। कसैले नटिपेपनी। कसैले नकोरेपनी। मेरो के नै छ र ईतिहास, जब थाहा हुन्छ ईतिहासका गाताहरु लेख्नु नि … Continue reading I am a बाख्रा

Salman Khan does not equal to happiness

The storage room was filled with tools and weapons. A pickaxe, a spade, a hammer, a couple of nails of varying size, a rusty khukuri, and an even rustier sickle with a silver handle. Chudamani remembered the baari that grew gourds of all sorts - especially during the monsoon. Ghiraula, karela, lauka. They did not … Continue reading Salman Khan does not equal to happiness