The Ring

If there ever was a ring That needed to be worn Tell it that it's worthless To prove that images Rule the heads of fanatics Lost in their own thoughts Of what love could be Or might become Intolerable in the state Of perpetual sacrifice For the sake of a divine communion.

A Very Tiny Boy

The little kid pointed his index finger upwards and her aunt wrapped her palms around it. They were walking back from his school and for the little kid this was an everyday adventure. They walked past the coffee shop first. Then came the pizza place. After that, a fruit shop. The shop had fruits of …

How to Double Your Money

When Tularam Tripathi understood from his three regular friends and dozens of news stories on Facebook that wealth came from the market that was unseen, he understood what he had to do. He summoned his teenage son of fifteen, Victor Tripathi, and asked him to open a stock trading account in the secondary market. "Why …

Bomb Blast After Lunch

It was yet another inventive day, for Nepal was closed for a week or two. Nobody knew for how long one was supposed to stare at the same horizon from their rooftop. Everything seemed stagnant - the trees were where their roots always were, the cats lazed in the same spots on the numerous balconies …

A Story Written by PHD Uncle

In the twilight realm of Chandanpur, where whispers of ancient secrets danced on the wind, Ravi Lal Purkoti emerged as an enigmatic figure—a spectral embodiment of laughter itself. Born from the cosmic echoes of mirth, he traversed the town's ethereal fabric, his presence akin to a fleeting shadow cast by unseen forces. Invited to grace …

I Saw A Goddess Do Something

It was outside the temple that the incident happened. Perhaps incident is not the right word. It was not an incident in the sinister sense. The phenomenon can maybe better be described as an event. The sun was shining and the temple spire was gleaming. Birds were not chirping, for it was mid-afternoon. The wind …

No Tenson, Only Elevenson

Chinta Mani Chitrakar was the jolliest man in the city. Many jolly people have existed in the eras and epochs of human history but in this city called Lalitpur, nobody could adorn a smile as lively and as gracious as Chinta Mani Chitrakar. Every morning after I had made my Nescafe coffee, I used to …

A Severe Calamity

On a very fine August day in the small room filled with gallery lights but no painting, a conversation was struck. "If you were drunk, would you choose a bike or a horse to travel on?" asked a boy. "Of course a horse," said a girl. "I would choose a bike. Horses are dangerous," said …

Changing Times

The dog's bark grew louder as he closed the metal door. Usually, it was the other way round. During drunken Thursday nights, the dogs would chase him back home, as if to communicate that his lack of discipline for the everyday toil needed a vocal punishment. But, he cared little. Today was different; it was …

म प्रेममा जीवनको पहिलो पटक, मासल्ला! (not masala)

सातडोबाटोको धुलाम्मै उकालोमा केटोले एक शट दियो। मुखको थुक उडेर पारीको पहेलो बसको लास्ट सिटमा बसेको अर्को केटोको गालामा लाग्यो अनी ब्रोले मुन्टो बाटारेर हेर्यो र भन्यो, "ओई, को हो त्यो टूट!" (अपसब्दलाई प्लिज इग्नोर) समयको त खेल थियो। एताको बसको झ्याल बन्द भइसकेको थियो। बत्तिपनी रातोबाट हरियो। गूड्यो गाडी, उफ्र्यो मन। जाडोको घामको अस्ताउदै …