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~Mahesh Paudyal~ “Row me to the other bank, dear boatswain, and for that I will give you a golden ring,” said little Naini to the boatman, who ferried passengers across the Karnali River. The sun had just risen, and it was too early for any boatman to find passengers. They had to wait until it was nine for the first पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ Sometimes you need to free yourself. Give yourself a space wherein you can explore the possibilities you have seldom considered, may be you can go beyond the limit you have always wanted to but you simply didn’t dare. It could be because of your dilemma or could be of the uncertainty of the result that kept on looming पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ All the things seem so perfect, running smoothly, working out the way you had always liked it to be, but a deviation and it all changes. The temple you are building collapses all of a sudden when you are just about to finish it. A pinnacle at the top of its roof, you think and the next moment पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ I couldn’t be in time, is that some kind of grave sacrilege or serious apocalypse that I am to be blamed of. I called her and told, I had some work to do. And I was not lying or pretending. In the mean time I was about to set off, this ugly four eyed approached and looking through पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ A dirty looking boy with a pair of greased jeans, soiled shirt and an old stained white and black handkerchief tied around his neck shouts aloud standing near a microbus. His right hand full of cheap rubber bracelets that run from his wrist nearly up to his elbow bangs the exterior of the microbus. Sometimes in the middle पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Jiwan Kshetry~ It was a not-so-cold day of early December on the southern plain of Terai. The fog had just started descending to the land from the sky but the cold proper was yet to grip the population majority of which lacked the adequate clothes to tolerate it. The day was thus warm and pleasant from the morning. The river पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ Blood all over, I am covered in blood. My hands are red, my clothes wet with blood. I look my image in the pond, blood runs down the cheeks and drips off my chin. I wash my hands and face with the water. I again look at my image. The colour doesn’t fade away. I rub hard, very पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ I sat to write a story. But nothing was coming in my mind. I scratched my head with my fingers but it didn’t work. Neither did the restless short walk along the length of my room that I usually prefer while I try to concentrate. At last, I sat again. I turned my head right, with my index पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ I was sitting, thinking, didn’t know what to tell her. No clear thoughts, to put it other way, I would try to create an environment inside my head where I could be and sort it out as craftily as possible. But the random memories provided a great deal of hindrance. Memories; some sweet, some sour, some good, some पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ I folded the sleeve of my shirt exposing the white skin beneath it. Hot air was constantly hitting my face, making its way through the open window of the vehicle. The road ahead was straight. Straight it seemed as if someone had drawn it with a ruler. Both sides of it were the open grassy fields, and on पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ She looked herself on the rear-view mirror before she pushed herself out of her car. The air was chill but she decided to leave the jacket in the car and walked down to the beach with her shades on. The cool air blew past her disturbing her loose white shirt and touching her skin beneath. She took in पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ It’s a cold winter evening, nothing so special. But if I corrected it as, it’s a cold weekend evening, then would it mean something to you. I better leave it for you to decide. If you ask about me, it would be just the same. Well, the table is there, two filled chairs, one empty. The remaining tables पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ My wife lies on the bed and I besides her. It’s already late to sleep. The table clock shows 12:11 AM. It has been three days I am trying to finish up a chapter of a book which I recently bought. The purchase of this book is not intentional. One of my colleagues from work owns a book पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ First Fold: Bicycle The wooden desks, two in each, black cemented board with white letters on it. The fifth graders were obviously tired from the day long learning and wished to leave the musty room and embrace their colourful world once again like other days. Bivek took a peek through a window. The summer sun was indeed still पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bikrant Koirala~ I didn’t want to get out of the bus. I wished it to move on, ride along, never stopping, just moving forward. I was in the bus and at the same time I was inside myself. I didn’t care about the people around me; what they were doing, what they were talking about or what they were laughing पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Jiwan Kshetry~ What if I die right now? A holiday in the college, mourning for few days and the rituals for the next thirteen days. Is there anything more than that that I deserve? Mom would create one more stream of tears in the endless sequence of those in her pathetic life. Friends would set apart the bad points about पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Jiwan Kshetry~ “Jail or Rehab-home”, Jange thundered “That is where a person like me can live.” He was now virtually unable to control his rage as his hapless mother took further defensive posture at the corner of the room. It had been a straight third day through which he had not got even a puff of hash and he found पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Ismael Subba~ Chowrastha,A junction of four roads.The crowd there in the midst of the cold is really awesome. People are staring each other as if they are Aliens. Noises passes by Ankit’s eardrum. He could see students yelling,and roaming in fun…No worries,No headaches….This all bothers him a lot.He remembers a conversation between him and a friend of his.पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bishrut Bhattarai~ Lion village. Enough to make an adult cry and whine. And that’s exactly where dark people rule the land. The so called ‘dark guardians’ guarded the border so closely that even if a fly tried to get in, it would be seriously injured or possibly; killed. And scarier still they could block out the biggest force of good, पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Sagar Karki~ “What? SUICIDE?” Pankaj Dai screamed, all of a sudden left his tea on the table and launched into an investigation. I lowered the TV volume. An ABC’s sport was heating up Suneheri, the most popular Tea Shop at Pulchowk. We were watching highlights of the match between Nepal and Ireland. D. Nepal had won that match. Paras had पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bishwaraj Adhikari~ My friend and I were riding horse while the owner of the horse was holding the bridle and walking behind us. It wasn’t a pleasant journey for me. As a soft hearted person, I could barely tolerate the fact that the poor horse owner was walking while we were enjoying the ride.पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Shuvechchhya Pradhan~ I When I first saw her, she wasn’t even a year old. Carried by her mother, I knew there was something special about this girl the moment I saw her. And from that day, I knew I would spend my life waiting for her.पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Hitendra Raj Joshi~ Rossy returns from her school thrusts into the kitchen but she doesn’t feel hungry so she kicks bathroom door, she unbutton her shirt, she throws her vest, she strip her skirt and she 2064AD September 28 in the evening Rossy returns from her school she looks happy. She is in her early teen. Black eyes, short black पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Janak Prasad Dhungana~ It is the dawn of April , 2071 AD . The people of Mars are still in deep slumber. The Whole City of Marson illuminates like full lunar. The robot dogs bark and cocks crow. The electric birds chirp deceptively. However, The cooing sound of pigeon and chirping of sparrow please the surrounding. The doves wish to पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Bishwaraj Adhikari~ It was 2005 or 2006, I cannot recall. We were going to Kedarnath after completing the pilgrimage of Yamunotri and Gangotri. The paved road ended in Gauri Kunda and from there we had to either walk or take a horseback ride or dandi/kandi to Kedarnath- the holy place where the temple of Lord Shiva is situated. A nine-mile पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Rajan Kafle~ ‘Saugat’s daddy, can we take the children to the theatre tonight?’ Manorama asked her husband as she helped him put his jacket. Lookdeep was flanked by his wife and kids as he was ready to go to his office. Saugat and Sweta were having year end vacation. Both of them were glad that they didn’t have to go पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Binay Kasajoo~ It was a hot summer day. Luse, a crow, was resting on the branch of a dense tree. He was about to fall asleep when he felt some liquid falling on his body. His body became drenched with the dropping of other crows. He looked above and saw two mischievous crows, Chuchhe and Buchhe, laughing at him.पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~K. Anish Pokharel~ Under normal circumstances, the birth of a baby boy comes as a great moment of happiness for every aspiring father (when I say boy, I, in no proximity, am trying to exercise chauvinism, rather it is my attempt to exemplify ironies, which I am to talk about in subsequent lines). But paradoxically, when I was bornपढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Sunil Nepali~ The sudden drop in water pressure and the croaking shower awakened me to the muddy reality swirling around my feet. I stepped aside for a moment, but the water stayed murky, slimy. So I killed the shower and moved to the washbasin, but the faucet gushed forth something equally fetid. The signs pointed to a major breakdown at पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Paramendra Bhagat~ She looked like the one. He met her on a boring Saturday afternoon after having been online a few hours. The crowd had dispersed. She asked a few questions, and he answered best he could. That had happened before to him. He would talk to someone, and have a nice time talking, and nothing would come out of पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Paramendra Bhagat~ When I saw her for the first time, she had her papers strewn all over the dining table: recent mail, news clippings, newsletters, papers in progress, handwritten notes, opened and sealed envelopes, pamphlets to pass around, her appointments book. Her bag rested against her chair, and she kept dipping into it every few minutes, to take things out, पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Sushma Joshi~ The older I get, the more I am astonished by this trickster hand of time. Look at all the boys we thought would go on to become doctors and engineers. They became lafanka men playing guitar in Thamel. And all the lafanka ones went on to become stars in unexpected places. One boy who came last in class पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् →पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
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