Non Fiction

JLF 2017 Diary: tales of tongues

Yukta Bajracharya | January 19, 2017

My tongue didn’t have a mind of its own. It had already become accustomed to life in exile, and it didn’t think much of returning home.

A tale of two momos

Nepalikukur | January 1, 2017

Was it conceivable that I was leaving behind a world of cold cuts, fiery chwoela, crunchy sekuwa, tangy drumsticks, juicy steaks and unbeatable dalbhatmasu?

Langtang’s lost: an oral history of the village that vanished

Rabi Thapa | April 24, 2016

Cruelly, it was Langtang’s very vitality that spelled doom for extended families up and down the valley.

While hanging and floating

Charlie Chaulagain | March 10, 2016

Thousands of men, multicolored pain.

The tale of how R. crossed the Himalayas

Carlo Pizzati | October 28, 2015

Somehow we managed to escape them and we headed for the highest mountains we could see. No more police behind us, but it was clear why. There was no food, we were entering uninhabitable mountain reaches. We had to sleep in the snow.

My dissent

Prawin Adhikari | October 3, 2015

I understand why some of my fellow citizens want to celebrate this document. But when I weigh that against why some other fellow citizens of mine find no reason for cheer, I find betrayal in the celebrations.

Travelers in the night

Aashis Raj Joshi | September 26, 2015

Within these tumultuous flames, I see many travelers, separated by immense distances and unimaginable timescales.

Careless talk

Nepalikukur | September 12, 2015

‘He beat them up, ek haat le madisey, ek haat le bhotey.’

Heat & light

Rabi Thapa | August 24, 2015

Hearing of the violence in Kailali, my first reaction was to chide myself for posting about the Valley’s half-bandh. My jokey tweet now appeared wholly inappropriate, and irrelevant. I deleted it. I began scrolling through the fragments of news reaching me through the wires. The act of reacting to the carnage both tamped down my […]