The Gray Side
It's the horizon that I want. Your horizon. Your black and white side, I've seen them. If I haven't, I have felt them. I have felt their power, I know, at least a little, of what they are capable of.
Your de... Read More...
When I Wasn’t A Mother
My daughter gave me flowers today.
They weren't fresh, and they had been inside her school bag for a couple of hours. The edges of the tulips had started blackening and the stem had already lost its freshnes... Read More...
Baishak 12, 2072
Everything is so peaceful.
It's Saturday, and that means comfort. The one day vacation. What should we do? Invite relatives? Go for shopping? Take a long drvie to the outskirts of Kathmandu? Go to the top of... Read More...
Thursday, April 30, 2015
My dad's in the office and my mom is asleep, warm under the sheets that are keeping my blue feet covered. Dada is on the sofa across the room, checking his emails and whatever. I have to sit here and pretend li... Read More...
What I Think of The Kabul Attack
All we have to offer, all that we feel, is sympathy. Because it didn't happen to us. The one who reads this can either be in pain or can only imagine it. And while some of us are occupied complaining about who ... Read More...
The Science of Daydreaming
I remember the first vivid daydream of mine.
It’s not that I hadn’t imagined before, but I remember the moment when I thought “what if” and then drift away for hours.
I was probably in the first grade and had... Read More...