Ambivalent Encounter (v)

The doko was lying on the grass. The sickle was on his hand. He would grab a cluster of long grass, scythe through it with the sickle, and load it onto his doko. We were trying to park our van. The problem was not dire, for the land was flat, but for some explained reason … Continue reading Ambivalent Encounter (v)

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

चमकन्न दिनको अनेकौ तारा

एक लट स्वात्त गयो। म चिलमा बसिराको थिए। अर्को लट स्वात्त गयो। अरे के भयो यो अनौठो? "त पनि एक हान् न त स्वात्त," उसले भन्यो। हान्दिम्ला भनेर सोचिराको थिए तर एक्कासी टाउको रनन रन्किन थाल्यो। आकाश त तेही नै थियो टाउको माथि। आखिर के नै भको थियो र? चराहरु नि चिर्बिर गरिरहेकै थिए। तर … Continue reading चमकन्न दिनको अनेकौ तारा