Non Fiction

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 […]

Migration as freedom, migration as dukha

Niranjan Kunwar | July 23, 2015

“Widespread narratives of migration always involves dukha,” explained Sharma. But migration is also associated with freedom. “How do we understand this conflict?”

Closed citizenship

Subeksha Poudel | July 13, 2015

The sudden consensus of the ruling parties to formulate a national constitution post-earthquake indicates nothing more than a very manipulative kind of political will.

No time to grieve

Priyanka Bista | July 5, 2015

Bimire looked like it had been bombed inside-out, with its inhabitants’ lives and belongings on display – carefully painted pink walls exposed, posters of Bollywood movie stars ripped, beautifully carved windows and doors half broken.

1934-2015

Rabi Thapa | May 22, 2015

Kathmandu is now a metropolis of several million, the three elegant Malla city-states merged into a single smoke-spewing conurbation of higgledy-piggledly concrete and steel constructions.

Cracked earth

Niranjan Kunwar | May 10, 2015

The Saturday night a week after the earthquake was stunning. The moon, almost full, washed Patan in lucid, white light – a strange, calm juxtaposition to the recent calamity.