Translation of Bhekh Bahadur Thapa’s memoir offers an insider perspective on government and diplomacy
Whose story does “Lysan” tell? Of each one of us.
Janakavi Durga Lal Shrestha’s handwriting is now a font
In a move away from the traditional mode where men perform female roles in religious dances, women are now being inducted in some performances
While media houses are also about their owners and their advertisers, they are mostly about the journalists who run them, giving up their lives to uphold high journalism standards
Anbika Giri’s book series for young adults is about superheroines
We have such complex relationships of love with our mothers
Let your life be like a leaf cast upon the ocean. Go with the flow.
For us, the Indian postal service’s efficiency thrived on Rameshwor Bhaiya’s existence
Three men in a white car in Goa, they rolled down the window and tried to make signs and talk to me.
The characters we meet on screen go a long way in shaping our ideals and perspectives.
Humans create stories so life can make sense
Thinking about Iva in the midst of an orchestra brought a simple and real comfort
Kanchhi catches you unawares. It leads you to a crescendo, then abandons you, unprepared and heartbroken.
It was the first time I was seeing books for children on female figures from Nepal.
But miracles are liars that elude us when we need them the most.
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
