Fiction

For Every Season

Paavan Mathema | August 18, 2019

Her daughters would be strong, they would do whatever they wanted.
They would not give up their dreams, would not become her.
Perhaps that’s why she would try to steer us away from stereotypes – away from kitchens and brooms, away from frilly dresses and colourful nail polishes.

Ani Lama

Muna Gurung | June 14, 2019

When Lama Wangchuk shoved his huge feet into my new shoes, I knew they would never be the same again. Both his feet and my shoes. He lifted his maroon monk robe to admire them, turning his feet side to side, pivoting on his toes.

Action Has Been Taken

Gyanu Adhikari | May 10, 2019

The fact is, the strangest story I ever read in my life was when I was 27. I was living in Kirtipur and I read a story that has forever changed my life.

Writing Nepal 2017, joint 3rd: To Drown

Byanjana Thapa | March 17, 2018

It would begin as an emptiness that churned and expanded in Hajurama’s stomach, gutting her, carving her from within.

Writing Nepal 2017, joint 3rd: Brown bird

Shristi Upreti | March 16, 2018

She was Noor Jahan, she was Lakshmi Bai, she was Cleopatra, she was a Queen, a Warrior, a God.

Writing Nepal 2017, 2nd: Heart of Gold

Sujana Upadhyay |

She had never really loved her husband. What she had felt for him was a kind of respectful devotion, the kind her mother had held for her father.

Writing Nepal 2017, 1st: the almost enlightenment of Prince Trailokya

Dipesh Risal | October 27, 2017

Prince Trailokya stopped at a bend halfway up Shivapuri, exhausted. He’d left his horse outside Budhanilkantha temple almost two ghadis ago and had climbed continuously, determined to make it to the top.

Mavak Tov

CB Anderson | May 19, 2017

Twelve years ago it was Isaac who happened to be sitting outside when Ranya showed up at Chavurat Messiah one October night. Only she wasn’t Ranya then; she was Kathleen DiMarco, Kat, twenty-four years old and seven months pregnant.

Two worlds meet in the centre of the universe

Dipesh Risal | April 19, 2017

Amritananda smiled. What a strange, quaint person this Rejident was, impeccable manners, soft-spoken and so out of place in the cesspool of Kathmandu politics.