A King was Born

A king was born that day. It rained outside, cats and dogs, petals and leaves, and despite the eerie atmosphere, the boy did not cry. The midwife tried to pat his back first but the child did not respond. Worried that the newborn would go back to nature, just as he had come right out …

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Two ^ 1.5 Culture

Living a good life, filled with good vibesMy eyes are on the grey skiesSaying I don't want to come home tonight The sky was lavender that day. It was a rare sight. He stood at the rooftop from where his eyes could catch both the pagoda styled buildings nearby and ones those laid just on …

The Winter of the Patriarch

As the leader stood up behind the podium, as that was how the crowd saw it, he held something between a smile and a smirk. The elusive tendencies of the figurehead was well recognised but the most reputed astrologers of the land, even the one that had predicted the success of the opponent, had failed …

A Murder Avoided

"That Thai song has been stuck in my head all day long," Ram Lakhan Vaidya said, staring outside the glass window. "Oh I see," his lawyer, who was sitting on the chair in the dead center of the room, replied. "God damn it. Sometimes I just want to stand up and break a move. But …

One Hundred Days of Altitude

Many year later, as Ganesh Bahadur Sripali would face the raging bulls, he was to remember the morning when his friend Jamil took him to discover rice. When he first saw the plant from his window, it did not feel any different than yesterday. Yesterday it had felt no different than the day before. Jamil …

Prachanduh

The old rotting prison was made by the Ranas. Nothing much had changed since its inception a hundred and fifty two years ago. Except the fact that it was painted once by the Shahs. Nothing thereafter. And in that very prison resided Prachanduh. This particular day was one designated to make a severe dent in …

Nameless

This story comes from a nameless place. Everything has a reason. But not this. There is no reason for this place to not have a name. But if it discomforts you. Let the place be named nameless. But you have to accept the fact that- You are nobody. A noone. **** To think of Mr. …

The Drunk Soldier(s)

The story came in. The soldier was found drunk at his outpost. "I would not blame the soldier for drinking beer while on duty. We used to do the same when we first started serving," the man spoke, lifting the cigar onto his mouth as he ended his remark. The man carried himself with an …

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 …

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 …