Non Fiction

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.

Sashi’s home

Nayan P. Sindhuliya | May 4, 2015

“It’s like someone came and bombed this place, dai,” Sashi told me, breaking into that familiar and mischievous smile.

The subtle derangement of road dividers

Prawin Adhikari | April 30, 2015

Road dividers in Kalimati are subtly deranged: a rough linearity is visible, until you approach them with attentiveness. You see that they have been jostled, thrown off-kilter, made unruly because they have been shaken out of alignment. From afar, the rush and jolt of Kalanki’s bottleneck traffic appears routine, until you cockroach your way closer […]

The resident

Thomas Bell | April 14, 2015

“Hodgson?” she asked. “Here’s your book,” and she handed me a thick, insect-ravaged volume. The spine was falling off. I untied the tape that held it closed and the fan blew the top page away.

About nothing

Niranjan Kunwar | April 5, 2015

Some days are charged. Have you ever noticed a certain kind of current in the air?

I got pulled out of bed one late November morning and drawn into the kitchen. The sky was overcast and gray but I didn’t feel the cold. I cut through the air, as if made of iron.