Lying to yourself
I take small sips from a bottle of Perrier, or Evian- it doesn’t matter; the point is, I sip on privilege. I am a feminist, one so radical that sometimes, I want to burn my bra and I would, if not for my saggy ... Read More...
The Uninvited
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...
Give me words. I’ll give you nothing.
Right here. This is where life shuts down so you can hear it sing. Do you hear the absolute? Do you feel it tingling your bones? It is you. It is everything that went wrong. Everything that didn’t happen. Every... Read More...
Waves – Prologue
I look at her face as we sit on the boardwalk's concrete lining. I don't remember her being any more beautiful or, in that case, any less. Those big brown eyes were hiding behind her thick brown hair catching m... Read More...
Kaalo Pothi – Movie Review (No Spoilers!)
As has been the tradition of recent movies of reflecting our tragic history (Talakjung vs. Tulke, Wada no. 6, etc.), 'Kaalo Pothi' is a story crafted with the background basic of how Maoism had frightened Nepal... Read More...
Dreamer – Part 3
‘So where is my guide taking me today?’ she showed some concerns.
‘Any special place you want to visit, madam?’ I tried to impress her.
‘I’d like to eat first. I am really hungry’ came... Read More...
Dreamer – Part 2
What?? An invitation to join her? Seriously. Her? I was dazzled. A beautiful girl in the public park invites you to join her. Who wants to say no?
I nodded and seated some meters away from her mat.... Read More...
Dreamer – Part 1
I was nearly there at the pinnacle of the world. 8,848 meters seemed some inches away. It was quite an achievement. I could finally smile with the snow eaten lips. No, they didn’t hurt but gave me the impressio... Read More...
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... Read More...
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...
Rant and Rave
Mystified glares seep down. Eyes to veins, the circulation in lines and circles. Arc that portrays the curve of her hands drunk in adrenaline. The inclination of golden beams in yellow and orange speaking of un... Read More...
Awakening
For some reason, every argument people make seem so childish to me now.
Gone are the days when I used to argue. People who used to be around me will probably be shocked by the fact that I will not debate abo... Read More...
Lifeless Breathing
The big enticing artistic clock hanging on the wall is singing its same old tic-tic song. It is never tired of that melody which has already irritated me from some time. A slight amount of sunlight from the gig... 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...
Happy Child
Drizzle drazzle, little drops
Slow in turn and little curves
Little of tickle
Little of touch
Drizzle drazzle, little drops
Slow in tickle, slow in touch.
Far-far away on a bridge engulfed in ... Read More...