Annadata | अन्नदाता

Her and my relationship with each other is supposed to be sacred. Annadata. The food provider. On days when my laziness engulfs my being, I grab my worn-out, small-framed, green-and-white cycle and make a quick 5-minutes run to the chamena. The chamena where my annadata resides from early in the morning till late in the …

The Ignorance of Jack Nicolson

The cat was lurking around in the backyard of my neighbor's den. It climbed the brick-and-cement boarder wall and that's when it noticed me. From the second floor balcony, Jack Nicolson was looking at our interaction. Maybe the cat was not looking at me. It's eyes were fixated towards my direction but there was no …

Modern Child, Modern Kind

The boy kicked the red-spotted black ball. It bounced off the flower pot at an acute angle, and landed a few feet to his right. The stray cat, basking on the warm Magh sun, stood up, ran, and punched the ball. Samir was watching the order of events from the second-floor window. The small cemented …

“A Nepali astronaut is called coconut”

The monkey climbed up the lamppost. It was not one of those small lampposts in a cute town, as shown in American, British, or even Indian movies. Rather, the lamppost was almost four story tall. That's what the Road Division and the Municipality had agreed on when deciding the final design of the lamppost that …

Protected: Fair Trade Coffee

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Marijuana: the growers and the smokers

Jayesh pulled open the netted door. The door creaked a little as it opened. A musty yet refreshing smell welcomed him. He tried to pin it down to the source. Surya Red and marijuana. A welcoming cheer from the group of boys and girls followed. "Aau. Come sit here," Seema patted besides her. She was …

Donald Oli

Ramesh Sharma's gaze was fixated on his phone screen. The iPhone 12 Pro was gifted by his son who had recently started working at a financial consulting firm in Boston after graduating from a top liberal arts college in Massachusetts. Nobody knew how well he did in college. He never told his parents, or even …

The Future of a Nepali Child

My 8-years old cousin and I were hanging out on our rooftop. The winter month of Paush had pushed all Kathmandubasi upwards - to rooms on the top few floors, where the sun temporarily showed its face in the afternoon, and to semi-open spaces like a hanging balcony or a veranda, where tall neighboring buildings …

Green City

I was walking back home after getting a packet of DDC milk from my local kirana pasal. Plethora of YouTube videos had suggested me to wake up early and start the day with a hot drink. There was no harm in trying. As a result, every morning, I would wake up whenever I would wake …

A Crow’s Nest on the Flying Kite

Sumi looked at the kite on the sky. She had made it fly that high, or at least partly did it. Her responsibility was to hold the lattai (thread spool). We all thought she was too young for her age for the job but her seven-years old self had defied our expectations. Her older sister, …