Byanjana Thapa

To Ebba, soul and body

Byanjana Thapa | August 7, 2019

So what do we love, in the end? An amalgam of carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and phosphorus? Or a projection, a shadow, a signal that blinks off when its physical progenitor ceases to draw breath?

Writing Nepal 2017, joint 3rd: To Drown

Byanjana Thapa | March 17, 2018

It would begin as an emptiness that churned and expanded in Hajurama’s stomach, gutting her, carving her from within.