Category Archives: Micro Story

Translated Microstory : Fowl Development

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Kunda Dixit One of the effect of the dawn of “development” in Nepal has been the widespread perception that anything foreign is good, and anything local – however beneficial – is bad. Nepalis therefore prefer high-yield … Continue reading

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Translated Microstory : The White Ghost

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Kunda Dixit The village headman used to wake up with the roosters every morning and walk down to the river to bathe. One morning, he met the White Ghost. The headman had heard that White Ghost … Continue reading

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Micro Story : He Never Returned

~Eagam Khaling~ There was a boy who used to work in a small hotel, in a town. His boss often abused him even in a little mistake. He had no fate to have a square meal a day. Whenever cruelly … Continue reading

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Translated Microstory : Have pity, Sahuji

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Deepak Thapa “Hey, Dhane, stop him. Stop him at once,” shouted the shopkeeper on seeing a small boy staggering under a huge load upto his shop. “How can such a small boy carry these loads? I … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Poems in Eyes

~Eagam Khaling~ A college girl was travelling in a local bus. A man just sited next to her seat, exaggerates about her eyes. They talk on many topics. While parting, the man tells her that there are poems in her … Continue reading

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Translated Microstory : A Vote for the master

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Deepak Thapa “So, did you vote, Rajaali?” asked Bikas. “Yes, master. I did.” “Who did you vote for? I hope you didn’t make a mistake,” said Bikas, pointing to the sample ballot paper on the wall. … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Who is she?

~Eagam Khaling~ In a Coffee Café, a lady seated on a chair expresses her feelings by singing some pieces of self-composed songs to a stranger and even asks his name and mobile number through a song. But the man without … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Without Husband

~Eagam Khaling~ Sabitri has been shouting at her five years old son, “Why did you accept the sweets from that man? From today onwards, if you accept any money and sweet from him, I shall punish you badly!” Today, Sabitri’s … Continue reading

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Micro Story : I Love Arunima

~Eagam Khaling~ A young girl who had come to the bank of a river to take a short walk writes on the dry sands of the bank with her index finger—‘I love Arun’, just below that, she writes again

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Micro Story : Wife

~Eagam Khaling~ Do you know the temperature has tremendously gone down from the last week? Europe happens to turn more beautiful in the months of autumn, isn’t that true? Listen! I have heard that your boss has owned a new … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Eyes to Eyes

~Eagam Khaling~ A handsome man enters into a coffee-café. This was his first time in the café. He shouts once, for a cup of coffee, keeping his handbag on the chair beside, then sits on another chair in a relaxed … Continue reading

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Micro Story : A poet

~Eagam Khaling~ One full moon night, a fully drunken poet visited a lake. There, he managed to get a traditional boat to row around the lake. His thin dog was barking at him from the land. Hearing the dog barking … Continue reading

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Microstory : Vision

~Binaya Kasajoo~ “You need a ‘Vision’ to develop your country”, said the teacher. One of his pupils started a ‘tele-vision’ station in the city. Another pupil constructed a ‘high-vision’ hall in his village.

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Microstory : A hell of a Story

~Binaya Kasajoo~ As the story goes, the United Nations decided to set up replicas of villages from around the world at its headquarters in New York to give visitors a first hand account of rural life in developing countries. One … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Blue Eyes

~Eagam Khaling~ A young man, with a high josh, dives barely into the blue water of the two ponds and swims across but cannot gain a complete satisfaction. He again dives into the water but that also fails to gratify … Continue reading

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Micro Story : I don’t know

~Eagam Khaling~ A stranger has come to their house and secretly conversing with husband. Wife is preparing two cups of black tea for them. At the very moment, the husband comes into the kitchen and modestly asks her clarifying the … Continue reading

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Translated Microstory : How do we benefit?

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Dr. S. G. Tenzin This is not a satire on development but a true incident. Some years back, an international organisation provided service-latrines for every locality under the aegis of Health and Hygiene program. But the … Continue reading

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Translated Microstory : The Fish out here is really Great

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Translation : Deepak Thapa This is a tale of a development centre. The centre is a tall, five-storeyed building surrounded by ponds of various sizes. The pond is home of a lot of fish, some frogs, some crabs … Continue reading

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Micro Story : A Sleeping Bag for Mr. Fox

~Binaya Kasajoo~ Mr. INGO once went to a village along with Mr. NGO. Around midnight Mr. INGO fumbled towards by bush to attend to a call of nature. He was greeted by a cacophony of foxes wailing together. Next morning … Continue reading

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Micro Story : The Unseen Power

~Ismael Subba~ Far there the horizon,sun is about to set as Deepak glances his life sitting in top of the hill unknown what’s next…An unseen power has lead him to walk all away from his home.Many things runs through his … Continue reading

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Micro Story : Black Tika

~Eagam Khaling~ Outside the house, there are political controversies, talks on fall of humanity and rumors of death of God. Whenever

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Micro Story : Sita-

~Eagam Khaling~ A young man walked slowly from the first letter ‘S’ to ‘i’ and pronounced the syllable ‘Si’ then from the third letter ‘t’ to ‘a’ and

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Microstory : Anjali’s Father

~Indira Prasai~ There is a sudden gust of the wind. I drown completely in the summer heat. I feel shaken, I was thinking of life’s infirmity. The calendar flutters. Today is the eleventh day of the month. I like this … Continue reading

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Micro-Story : Specialty

~Dilip Acharya ~ News was spread that a well-known scientist of the nation had invented a special kind of mirror. By physical appearance, the “special mirror” looked similar to any other ordinary mirror, but rather than reflecting human faces, it produced … Continue reading

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