Tag Archives: Bikrant Koirala

Story : Rajeev, Where Art Thou?

~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. … Continue reading

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Essay : The Box

~Bikrant Koirala~ Cigarettes, televisions, shoes and perhaps in some cultures dead bodies too, they all have their own boxes. Some are small, some bulky, some may be black and some white. Despite of their physical attributes, they all are boxes … Continue reading

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Story : Disco 8th Avenue

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Me, She and Them

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : A Microbus

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : The Other Side

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Looking Through the Window

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Love Jatra

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Little Tamarinds

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : The White Pebble

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : The Weekend Evening

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : A Day of Living

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Four Folds

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Running Away

~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 … Continue reading

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