I feel so cold and slayed – Astha Dawadi, Runner Up, Wordism, Kartik

November 25, 2016 Youth Legend 0

The days of crows at first,
How eagerly it would come on my rooftop,
Mom would shower it with varieties of food,
And with all its mate, delighted, it would finish it up.
The day of lil puppies the next , how early i would wake up.
Cutely wrap it with flowers, tikas all over.
Day of a holy cow, incarnation of goddess laxmi, the next

“I missed you so much, sano mamu”,Surakshya Pradhan, Runner up, Wordism, Ashoj

November 14, 2016 Youth Legend 0

The day of tika, she’d be full of excitement, dashami, the day to dress up pretty, put tika and jamara from their grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, demand for more dakshina than her sister, then, visit mamaghars, forehead full of red tika, three leaves of jamara behind her ear kept in place with her hair clip and a small handbag to keep her dakshina safely, she was happy, she was home.

Away from home for a decade now, still stuck somewhere between his and his family’s happiness. – Saramsh Banskota, Winner, Wordism Ashoj

November 3, 2016 Youth Legend 0

Dashain had already begun in Nepal. Celebrations had already started. Happiness and cheers was like an epidemic during the festival.
While somewhere in a foreign land, across the ocean, the story isn’t the same. A dark room, on the 12th floor of an 18 storey building, contained the story of somebody far away from his home, from his family, his roots.

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