A tale of resistance
Kanchhi catches you unawares. It leads you to a crescendo, then abandons you, unprepared and heartbroken.
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.