Nar

Carsten Smith-Hall | December 26, 2020

A name doesn’t mean anything. Nevertheless, many people grab hold of their name and use it as a fertiliser to grow things like identity. What is interesting, though, is the soil the fertiliser is applied to, the soul – what makes you a human being.

La.Lit speaks!

La.Lit | November 11, 2020

Episode 8 of the La.Lit podcast is online! Assistant editors Itisha Giri and Niranjan Kunwar discuss Niranjan’s book “Between Queens and the Cities” published by Fine Print Books. You can order your copy of the book via Thuprai and Kitab Yatra, and via Amazon.com for those outside Nepal.

A Twelve-course Meal

Pranathi | November 6, 2020

“Jai Grihasti!” The couple and their teenaged daughter Shrijana chimed this cheerful and familiar greeting in unison, their palms joined in a namaste. They’d incorporated this practice into all their trainings to promote the most basic principle of permaculture – “The home is the heart of the farm, all hail to this engine!”

Stig Berge

Writing Nepal, 1st: The Last Morning Rendezvous

Jebin Gautam | October 23, 2020

By the time Mita arrived at the tea-shop, a dozen of Bhairav’s ‘friends’ had already ‘liked’ his Facebook post. He enjoyed this virtual validation – he felt good, influencing his ‘friends’ with positive thoughts and energy.

Writing Nepal 2019, 2nd: The Poet’s Daughter

Malashree Suvedi | October 2, 2020

Aahva had run away from home at 17, packing nothing but some clothes, some food from the kitchen, her dead mother’s diary and three thousand Indian rupees that she had found while rummaging through her father’s drawers.

The Wasteland

Sandesh Ghimire | September 25, 2020

A morning in June. Kathmandu Valley woke up to its monsoon nightmare to discover that the city had transformed into a latrine.

Yangzom Tsering’s Life Story

Tashi Tewa Dolpo | August 5, 2020

My husband was never there when I needed him. During our life together, he was away most of the time, crossing high mountain passes. He never really had time to spend with me, though his desire to have sons did rekindle the love we had earlier lost.

Bhauju’s burning questions

Sarita Pariyar | July 28, 2020

I stopped being insentient when I considered Bhauju’s life and began questioning my own mother, father and brother. In what way was my home different from the cemetery hill near the house? Why was it that my father – whom I saw as the most intelligent, good and loving person in the world – was like a frightening tiger to Bhauju?

A Dalit Mother’s Accounts

Sarita Pariyar | July 8, 2020

I’m no good at accounting. But I’ve kept accounts of all the little debts owed me by the village in a box in my mind. And when people say they love the village, it makes me laugh. It makes me want to tear Bistini Bajai’s blouse in the middle of the night, and shake the village with my laughter.