post box 8 is where i get my letters from you

Post Box 8

To you, With the striving love, Winter is coming. I can see the blizzard approaching. I can hear it howling wildly shaking our dry branches hard. I can feel the chilling cold when all our leaves would go dr...
Soni Khadka

Taekwondo Girl: Soni Khadka

It's a mere coincidence that as I am writing this story, the theater near our place is flocked with the audience for 'Dangal', a Bollywood movie, with the story of a wrestler father training his young daughters...
unwanted feelings

Ode to UNWANTED Feelings

"Good morning," I said to myself. I woke up with a whole lot of emotions; feelings all cramped up. I was a bit contemplative, quite a bit in rush, somewhat pained, may be in indignation. With each passing ho...
the red umbrella

The Red Umbrella

That one. She pointed at the red umbrella. The shopkeeper pulled from a pile of several others and opened it. She checked its features. It was not extraordinary and seemed a little feeble too. She looked at th...
distortion

Sexy Distortion

 'To be, or not to be' How precisely and wonderfully Shakespeare presented the soliloquy of a man in his play Hamlet. I wonder if he had ever tried portraying a woman's dilemma in such an eloquent manner...
butterfly

The Butterfly Flight

He smashed me, thrashed me and I shrunk from never ever trying to get out of that trunk inside the cocoon I wanted to come out, wanted to breathe fresh air and shout but was afraid that the society was m...
moment

Moment of the Day

I was going through the homework copies of my students of grade seven. Suddenly, Shristi stood up and shared that she was unable to do her homework. I asked for the reason and she replied that Sajesh, her class...