Rumour in the Fishermen’s Village

Shrawan Mukarung | June 5, 2020

When a rumour spread in the village that stars had drowned in the river he picked up his fishing line and left in the early dawn.   Above all, with Polaris he was the most...

Scissors

Harisharan Pariyar | June 2, 2020

Scissors run along the stitch
at times left
at times right
at times up
at times in a semicircle
and
create a recognizable shape

Kheer

Indra Bahadur Rai | May 4, 2020

“If you really want kheer, you need two litres of milk for every quarter kilo of rice,” said an assertive voice that suggested a face with deep-set eyes. “For our rice we need about ten litres.”

La.Lit speaks! (We’ve launched a new podcast)

La.Lit | April 19, 2020

Episode 2 of the La.Lit podcast is online! Homebound yet bound to each other, shut off from the world yet glimpsing others in the pages of books, La.Lit’s floating pool of editors have put together the first episode of a new podcast for your delectation.

Writing Nepal 2019, 3rd: Lanka To Ayodhya: A Re-imagination of Sita’s Journey

Neha Rayamajhi | March 6, 2020

Day One Location: Lanka Lanka is burning behind me. An entire empire made up of gold is now turning into ashes and a ghost. I try to calm myself, sink deeper into the leather seat...

The Royal Procession

Smriti Ravindra | January 31, 2020

Only Preeti and Sachi had no fears. They sat at the edge of the gorge, the one that divided their neighbourhood from Chundevi, and dangled their feet into its abyss as though nothing could frighten them this morning – not the dark trees below their toes, nor the darker flowers.

Line of Thought: Conversations on Nepali Art

Shefali Upreti | January 15, 2020

‘Line of Thought: Dialogues on Pedagogy and Personal Practices’, running at the Nepal Art Council in Babarmahal until Saturday, 18th January, 2020, intends to start conversations, some beyond pedagogy and practice.

The Metamorphosis

Sabhyata Timsina | January 12, 2020

Metal does not come in circles or spheres; they have to be shaped carefully with a hammer or on a steady shaping tool for bigger pieces. The chair’s design was simple, and I began to describe the cuts, bends, the grinding and the welding that had gone into the chair. A friend was amused that a rusty old chair in the middle of nowhere had meant something to me.

I Really Gotta Have Those Fries, Man! 

Prawin Adhikari | January 1, 2020

In January 2005, my heart was torn between two women. By June, it was in tatters.