Through her personal history, she exposes how our national, collective history discards women’s experiences by always focusing on paternal family history and lineage.

Twelve years ago it was Isaac who happened to be sitting outside when Ranya showed up at Chavurat Messiah one October night. Only she wasn’t Ranya then; she was Kathleen DiMarco, Kat, twenty-four years old and seven months pregnant.

This is an exercise in deciding whom to cast my vote for in the first local elections since the turn of the millennium. We have one last weekend to mull over whom we would like to represent our interests, after 15 years of mulling over what our interests are.

Amritananda smiled. What a strange, quaint person this Rejident was, impeccable manners, soft-spoken and so out of place in the cesspool of Kathmandu politics.

Do I imagine myself visiting a gobargas project in the sticks to see if my environmental sins are being alchemized into virtue?

The Triennale is like a pumping system to show the potential of the arts in other industries in the city.

The contemporary art scene in Nepal might be vibrant but it’s not unambiguous. Who are the true contemporary Nepali artists of this decade? And what exactly do we mean by the term?

Many a Nepali has gleefully derided a foreign hill, smug in the possession of the highest mountains in the world. I confess I am one such geo-populist.

It’s not easy being green, as Kermit the Frog says. In a world of long-distance travel and consumption, the pursuit of consistently green living may seem downright quixotic.