Tag Archives: English Story

Story : Waiting for the Grandmother

~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 … Continue reading

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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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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 Stagnant River

~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 … 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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Waiting for the Day

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : A Ruined family : Legacy of Smoke

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Deep in thoughts

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Victory

~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, … Continue reading

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Story : Expected happen Unexpectedly

~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 … Continue reading

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Translated Story : The Cases

~Biswambhar Chanchal~ Trans : Mahesh Paudyal ‘Prarambha’ A filed a case against B. C said, “You did the right thing. I knew it beforehand that B would do such a bad thing against you.” The issue didn’t have anything special … Continue reading

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Story : The Cruel Rule of Economics

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : I’m Yours: a strange love story

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Tell me a tale about a tail

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : A Teenager from Mars

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : The Masseur in Gauri Kunda

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Trust

~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 … Continue reading

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Children’s Story : The White Crow

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Happy Birthday!

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Off To School I Go

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : The One

~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 … Continue reading

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Story : Going By The Clock

~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 … Continue reading

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