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...
I am new
I am me
Waiting to feel the warmth
In my skin,
In my hair,
In my body
A moment is gone
I am new again
Reborn
Over and over again
In tragedies,
In comedies,
In horrors
Like Spring ren... Read More...
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