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~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 →

~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 →

~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 →

~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 →