I Let You Fly: Story of “You and I”

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POETRY
You and I, We were like.. the kite and the one who flies it. You were my favourite kite, In my favourite colour red, With a big yellow spot.. And I never wanted to fly you, Because i feared you going away, F...

Modern Teej – Show off and starve

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CULTURE
Being a Hindu, I've been part of Teej celebrations for as long as I can remember. Many times, I've accompanied my mom to Pashupatinath after midnight because she feels dizzy during daylight and the fasting l...
monsoon

Monsoon Melancholy—A misery in Kathmandu

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NEPAL
Monsoon is one of my favorite seasons. Petrichor - the fresh smell of earth after a downpour is such a pleasant one, it rejuvenates me and recharges my energy. As the dust of Kathmandu settles down with rain, f...
decision

A Decision I Would Never Change

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POETRY
A number of incidents Made me stand in the doorway, A decision away, Some quick, Some made in haste, Some… “Leap of faith” On this stormy night, When I sit and think, A decision I would never change, A happe...
battlefield

The Battlefield

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POETRY
The Battlefield Yet again, The fire in me has died a little. In this big universe, I felt like a very small matter. Something that occupied space And had mass. That was the only matter I coul...
dear society

Dear Society

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SOCIETY
here is a letter to the Society from a girl in her 20’s. written based on stories and incidents seen and heard of. Dear Society, If a girl reaches home at 7 or 8 (or late) kindly stop questioning her character. She might have work or many other things to do. If a guy drops...