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

Writing Nepal, 3rd: Flames and fables

Prabhat Gautam | July 16, 2013

It was as if someone had shot a gun in the house, and all windows were thrown open to get the smell of sulfur out of the corners, Rabin thought as he opened his eyes and looked around the room, washed with the sunlight streaming in through the east and south windows. He hadn

Writing Nepal, 2nd: Pep talk

Muna Gurung | July 5, 2013

I am not easily given to liking second-person stories. Often I find the mode artificial and gimmicky. But Pep Talk had a no nonsense quality about it that immediately sucked me in. I liked the narrator, and there was clearly a story here: one of love and heartache, of sexual experimentation and discovery. The telling […]

Writing Nepal, 1st: Let the rain come down

Samyak Shertok | June 27, 2013

Krishna wakes to the sound of the downpour rioting on the slate roof and the wind churning at the battered pine windows. A deep sleeper, he hasn

Writing Nepal: the Shortlist!

La.lit | June 12, 2013

A few days ago, Samrat Upadhyay sent us his shortlist for La.Lit’s first short story competition, Writing Nepal. We couldn’t keep it to ourselves for very long. So here we go, in no particular order except the alphabetical, the 7 shortlisted entries out of the 100+ we were flooded with: Byanjana Thapa – Chamomile Muna […]

The prediction

Latokosero | June 2, 2013

The astrologer was a pleasant young man, with worn down cloth shoes and a dust-coloured set of clothes. Mohan Shamsher was surprised. He had expected someone older, someone more commanding. More authoritative. This man, with his humble cotton outfit, could not have been more than thirty, at the most.

Habit and style

Surendra Thami | January 17, 2013

On the first Sunday afternoon of February he announced to his friends that he would not be seeing any of them over the week beginning the next Sunday.