Fiction

Writing Nepal, 3rd: The pārijāts will bloom

Abha Niraula | September 8, 2015

“Pārijāt only blooms at night”, Ama tells me.

“No it doesn’t,” I giggle in disbelief.

Writing Nepal 2015, 2nd: Shashi Neupane decides

Sumit Poudyal | September 1, 2015

Mr. Neupane woke up one day not wanting to go to work.

Writing Nepal 2015, 1st: In the hollow of your hands hides a heartbeat

Pranaya Rana | August 16, 2015

Raman took his first photograph at the age of eight. An oblong window in northern Kathmandu looking out on land that had turned to marsh in the monsoon rains, peopled with frogs and the young of mosquitoes.

भोटको के कुरा

Ratna Mani Nepal | June 15, 2015

पार्टी वार्तामा जुटेको समय थियो । त्यसैले पार्टी खुला थियो ।

No sky from this hotel room

Prateebha Tuladhar | July 8, 2014

Love is the huge suffering that grows and grows within you like cancer when the one you love isn’t within your reach. Sometimes it’s not even about physical reach, but just a deep longing that makes us miss people, even when they are close enough to touch.

मेरो नाम

अमर न्यौपाने | October 13, 2013

किरियापुत्री बसेजस्ता डाँडापाखा। नौनी पग्लेझैँ हाम्रो घरवरिपरिका डाँडापाखाबाट हिउँ पग्लिन थाल्यो। हेर्दाहेर्दै केही दिनमै रापिला हातले हिउँको लुगा फुकालिदिएर डाँडापाखालाई बुङ्गै बनाइदियो घामले।

डाँडापाखा पनि मेरो शरीरजस्तै उराठ देखिए। मनै नरमाइलो भयो।

Surviving Shillong

Prajwal Parajuly | October 7, 2013

 (excerpted from a short story by Prajwal Parajuly, who is on the shortlist for the 2013 Dylan Thomas Prize) Studying abroad was a malaise that was yet to afflict the northeast the way it had swept over the rest of India. It was uncommon, especially during Asim’s times, for a native of Shillong to study […]

Off to school I go

Sunil Nepali | September 24, 2013

The sudden drop in water pressure and the croaking shower awakened me to the muddy reality swirling around my feet. I stepped aside for a moment, but the water stayed murky, slimy. So I killed the shower and moved to the washbasin, but the faucet gushed forth something equally fetid. The signs pointed to a […]

Sine-ful love

Sami Ahmad Khan | August 11, 2013

An off-white ceiling fan coated with grime, probably installed during colonial times, whirred noisily as it spat a hot, dry gust that burnt wherever it touched bare skin. Suppressing a sudden impulse to scratch his groin, a tall, thin man in his early twenties