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Story : Home Comes The Bullock Cart

~Paramendra Bhagat~ It was past sunset. The village was veiled in the growing dark. Lanterns burned kerosene to throw the meager light in the little courtyards in front of the mud houses that sometimes made its way onto the narrow … Continue reading

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Story : The End Of The World

~Sushma Joshi~ One day, everybody was talking about it. It had even been printed in the newspapers. A great and learned sadhu had prophesized a conflagration, a natural disaster of such proportions that more than half of the world’s population … Continue reading

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Story : An Immutable Loss

~K. Anish Pokharel~ It was one of those cold, windy mornings of January of the year 2001; seismic waves got manifested in their worst possible form in the Indian state of Gujarat. It was the movement of the Indian sub-continental … Continue reading

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Story : Strangers at Home

~Ajit Baral~ My sister walks past us and climbs down the stairs and out into the garden she goes without looking at us—not even from the corner of her eyes. “What has come between you two?” asks Father. “Nothing,” I … Continue reading

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Story : Status Quo

~Paramendra Bhagat~ He asked if I wanted coffee or tea, and I did not want either, so he started to talk about the weather, then he brought up some news. I was not particularly interested. I was into news myself, … Continue reading

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Story : The Blockade

~Sushma Joshi~ The blockade started quietly enough, on a rainy day in mid-March. It was the first rain of the year. People breathed in the smell of wet earth as if it was a long-forgotten blessing. In the bushes, the … Continue reading

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Story : WAYWARD BAHUN (Bigrayko Bahun)

~Rupnarayan Sinha~ That day, in order to attend to an urgent work, I had to reach Rameychap at any cost. It was the month of Shrawan and the rivers and rivulets were in spate. However, I had no alternative to … Continue reading

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Story : Unmaking

~Prawin Adhikari~ Binod couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t decide if it was his negligence or an occult power that kept him from finishing Smriti’s portrait. He could paint fine; there was nothing lacking in the thought and skill he … Continue reading

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Story : Momo Junction

~Paramendra Bhagat~ The latecomers went straight for the kill, those whose appetites had been whetted by a few rounds of servings competed; in the semi-dark it was a strain to reckon faces. Newcomers and veterans mingled. The apartment complex had … Continue reading

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Story : Cheese

~Sushma Joshi~ Gopi encountered cheese two years after he came down to Kathmandu. Prakash Babu was returning from Switzerland. That land of miraculous clocks which always told the time in minute precision, not like the few minutes late, few minutes … Continue reading

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Story : The Myth Of Three Words

~K. Anish Pokharel~ Abhaya finally got rid of his uneasy dream. It was already nine in the morning. This seemed unusual; but that day he had reasons for oversleeping. However, he was not sure what may have caused it, but … Continue reading

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Story : One Leg Down

~Paramendra Bhagat~ After getting unloaded in downtown St. Louis, Tim Brown sent messages over his highway master to inform his dispatcher he was empty, hoping to pick up a load and head home early for the weekend, if possible. He … Continue reading

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Story : Waiting for Rain

~Sushma Joshi~ The killings started sporadically: a few in the Far West, a few in the Far East. A few Nepali Congress leaders and a few United Marxist-Leninists. A village of suspected Maoists, some dangerous students. A few here and … Continue reading

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Fictional Story : The Messiah

~Prawin Adhikari~ Mother died and left me alone, wearing white, my head shorn, worrying about nothing, and with only two cowries to my name. Nothing tethered me to the village of my birth, so I sold what little I had … Continue reading

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Story : Story of Love

~Unknown~ A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. … Continue reading

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Story : A Letter to God

~Smita Magar~ Dear God, This is a Thank you letter with a special request from ‘me’ to ‘You’.

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Story : Beneath the Sky Touching Mountain

~Hari Har Khanal ~ Along with the chirping of Cicadas, the darkness fell and the towering hills gradually disappeared from sight. The chilly wind blew from the jagged icy peaks in the northeast. Gradually the huts in the neighborhood grew … Continue reading

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Story : Meals In The Dark

~Karuna Chettri ‘Sitara’~ It is a challenge to eat in the dark–especially when you disagree with the ideological reasons behind the lifeless light bulbs, motionless fans and a frail, flickering candle. The ‘lights out nights’ are to show solidarity to … Continue reading

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Story : Prisms: a Legacy of Colors

~Karuna Chettri ‘Sitara’~     I heard the crash before I felt the blow to my head. The accordion door of the bedroom closet had collapsed, knocking me over like a spinning top that had lost its rhythm. Hangers, choked with … Continue reading

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Story : Elusive Danfe

~Karuna Chettri ‘Sitara’~ The single light bulb swung from a naked wire attached to the low ceiling. The glare penetrated the blindfold as it moved back and forth like a pendulum. The heat from the fine filament seared the tip … Continue reading

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Story : A leaf, a solitary one

~Deep Handigaule~ Rachana is arriving today. Rakesh kept on bouncing in and out of sleep all night long. Fire works by the government center at midnight, and elsewhere all night compounded his excitement even more. Crisp morning of a New … Continue reading

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Story : Murkuttae Bhut

~Soham Dhakal~ If I remember correctly, as a child, the rumors about Murkuttae Bhut had been very frightening. Now that I think about it, it was a deep resentment that could not be explained. Oh yes, there were a lot … Continue reading

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Story : Prabhuji’s Son

~Prawin Adhikari~ Harihar tightly grasps the toes of his opposite legs as he sits patiently in the lotus position, waiting for Sangita to knead his head and tell if the pumpkin is ripe enough for her to take to the … Continue reading

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Story : Cafe D’amor

~Jayendra Pathak~ I can’t say what made me fall in love with this cafe. Everything is so intense, the colors, the taste, even the Rain not the filthy rain as that of my town. They say whatever you are looking … Continue reading

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Story : Untitled

~Prawin Adhikari~ A child’s green shoe in the thorny shadows of a cactus hedge—wet, small, pitiably lonely without its pair—accused Janaki of slaughter. She crouched to hide from the world, but the wind caught her scent and blew it to … Continue reading

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Story : Conversations

~Soham Dhakal~ “You know, sometimes I wish that I could dissapear. Its not because I am running away from anything, its just that I want to vanish. Just because. There is actually no rational explanation. Well maybe because I get … Continue reading

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Story : The “Itch”

~Manjari Himchuli~ I first noticed the itch when I was maybe nine or ten years old. I think I might have had contracted it from one of my good friends as I started experiencing it right after she won her … Continue reading

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Story : Graffiti

~Soham Dhakal~ Something caught my eye. I was walking around Kathmandu aimlessly; something was written on the pillars near the New Road gate. It read ” Bahudal Murdabhad, Daka sansad Murdhabad”. Although such slogans are not new, and neither is … Continue reading

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Story : A Modern Death of Lai RÉ

~Arun Budhathoki~ Trapped Amongst Hue Ja Fort & The Modernist Calm, calm against the thriving of the dark

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Story : Girl’s Night Out

~Karuna Chettri ‘Sitara’~ “Forkin’ Ice-O!” muttered Mareea, my Bolivian friend at the disappearing back of a guy who had just joined our table. Mareea (Bolivian), Katerina (Swedish), Karen (Carribean) and I had finally decided to go out for dinner and … Continue reading

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