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It is a lonely journey, this. No one tells you you will experience a hundred things.
It is a lonely journey, this. No one tells you you will experience a hundred things.
Trying to understand the female body is like staring into an abyss
Most importantly, trees are the outstanding stories of survival
I’m thrilled any day I wake up and it’s cloudy. A gloomy day is gentler on my face and rain is bliss
We must find joy in serving. That’s what my parents taught me.
They bring us into this world but the only way we can bring them into the world is by offering our words/work.
The feeling is packed with familiarity and yet it is alarming with someone’s elbow going over her face, some crotch pressed to her side and someone’s garlic breath upon her hair.
A dragon fly perches on the oar and she pauses briefly, lets it alight on a bundle of grass parked on the side of the boat, and then rows again
Soap operas were created for housewives, who would watch them after putting their day’s work to rest, as though visiting old friends in the emptiness of their days
Here’s a book for every daughter of Nepal