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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

May 10, 2012 Dear mamu, They say “The lust for comfort murders the passion of your soul.” Apparently, I murdered my passion too. Baba asked me again if he should do my admission in Prime CA tomorrow. Somewhere deep inside, I know maybe this isn’t made for me. I know

Saturday, 22nd December 2018. Almost half past seven. 11-degree centigrade. She is allergic to cold. And the cold just loves her. It never gets out of her soul. Closed door, check. Room heater on, check. Thick curtains, check. Double blankets, check. Warm overcoat, check. Scarfs and socks, check. Woolen gloves

Dear reader, Let me start off with one the most clichéd yet true statements you’ll ever hear; life – life truly is a mystery; you never know what lies ahead of you. As we move ahead, in this harsh real world, it can be overwhelming just taking in what is