Richa Bhattarai is the Communications Officer at WWF Nepal, Hariyo Ban Program. She is passionate about communications as her career and writing as her vocation. Her anthology of short stories, Fifteen and Thr3e Quarters, was published in 2011.
म नारीवादी होइन, प्रिय
I am not a feminist.
मेरो भन्नु यत्ति हो --
जब म दिनभरिको कामले गलेर
कार्यालयको कामले थाकेर
बिहान आफैंले धोएका लुगा उठाएर
तरकारी , केलाएर
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एक दुइ जनाले भनेको सुनेकी थिएँ, लाइसेन्स नविकरण आफैं गर्न सकिन्न, अरुलाई पैसा दिएर गर्नुपर्छ । आफैं नविकरण गर्न जाँदा बुझें, यो धेरै हद सम्म सत्य रहेछ । अव्यवस्थित र ... Read More...
Fifteen years of the same thing happening month after month. I should be better prepared for it by now, and yet it delights in surprising me whenever it can. Possibly every month, if it had its way. The thing t... Read More...
“Ready?” she calls out. I gulp, and nod, and cup my hands. The ball hurtles towards me, and I put an arm over my face. The slightly-deflated ball makes contact with my arm, then bounces to the ground and lays t... Read More...
I am Pandora, and this is my box.
It would be an interesting topic, this, everyone confessing about the things they have done for their crushes in the heat (?) of the moment. But then, we wait and we pause, ... Read More...
His name on my phone screen.
There must be 651 species of butterflies in Nepal and all of them come to roost in my tummy.
He wants my class notes. He wants… want… I want him.
“Hell... Read More...
These god damned dogs! One would begin howling, and then another, and a third, until the air was filled with their screeches and yowls. Nishan had heard of wolves doing that, but then, he mused, dogs belonged t... Read More...
Often times, we come across a dish that looks delicious, and tastes amazing. But then, it lacks something that we cannot put a finger upon – perhaps it was a little bland, or missing a hint of vinegar or just a... Read More...
When you see him, they said,
You will know.
You will know by his eyes.
I understand what they mean
When I first see his green-grey eyes
So startlingly different from my brown ones.
My heart tells me he is... Read More...
Love, interrupted. Why are we taught to be ashamed of sharing and declaring affections?
We were that magical age, sixteen. Three of us girls, talking quite seriously of what-we-wanted-to-be. When talk veered... Read More...
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Believe me, I am no Misandrist. Half of the best people in my life come from the male species, they support me and buoy me up and keep me sane — besides lending a fresh per... Read More...
Why thousands of Nepali women are made to feel like an eternal Diaspora
“A woman has no home, and no surname.”
During my adolescence, anytime I came upon this miserable proverb, my cheeks reddened i... Read More...
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