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Rain and memoriesSprinkles of rain, unexpectedly in the cold night with the cold wind rushing through the hurling curtains into the room pattered in the dark wall and the rolling raindrops down in alignment flashes him back to past memories of dribbling raindrops all the way to his nose tips,

“Slight drizzle followed by the sudden cats and dogs making the way for a downpour. unusual in a way, November doesn’t call cloudburst. But this time, it did with a sense of humor in the air. Pokhara, badly known for untimely rainfall added one more incident to its hall of

I am a sex worker. Do you judge me when I say that? When I say that I’m selling my body in exchange for money with my own will you definitely judge me, don’t you? “Mom, why are you drenched everyday? Buy an umbrella no”, my 6 year old son

When I first learned to wear my shoes, I was confused between right and left. When I learned to walk, I was confused with directions. When I went to school, I was confused which bench to sit on. When I passed my school, everyone around landed their career advices feeding

Confusion seems to be a very problematic thing. It engrosses a person into a frenzied state. I myself am confused all the time! I don’t know if it is a good thing or a bad thing; I am confused about that too! But the more that I think about it

Who are you? I say, “I am one of them.” Now, please don’t query whether I am a male or a female. Please, don’t interrogate whether I am a Hindu, a Muslim, a Christian, or a Buddhist. Enough is enough. Hey, now, don’t ask me about my profession. I already

He was 18 years old when he left his studies and ran away from home to join Nepal Police. In his 21-years long journey of serving the nation, he just managed to get two promotions-Police Constable to Police Head Constable and from Police Head Constable to Assistant Sub-Inspector of Police

A tale of a girl starts here, please pay attention y’all… 17 years old, an innocent beautiful girl, Had a friend in her class, from a village real and small. With that friend, she developed a bond very special, Started to think and believe every fairytale was real. With every

Some Light in Total Darkness -“just an incomplete auto-biography from Jenish Manandhar” At first, when I got the chance to write freestyle without any topic or theme, I wasn’t sure what I would write about, but as I looked inside me, there were a bunch of things I wanted to