Author Richa

नेपाली

3579

सवारी चालक अनुमतिपत्र नविकरण प्रक्रिया: 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...

The Uninvited

1213

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...

Games Girls Don’t Play

1014

“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...

Confessions of Crushaholic

985

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...

Dates and Oranges

636

His name on my phone screen. Butterflies, butterflies. 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...

The Day He Lived

Fiction

1350

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...

Wandering through Words

Culture

1011

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...

Was he not my prince?

768

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

1137

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...

A Non-Misandrist Complain (About Men, Of Course)

1362

featured image: http://bit.ly/S8SkVW 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...

Forever in exile