Niranjan Kunwar

Giving and Taking

Niranjan Kunwar | June 29, 2018

Perhaps our salvation and power lie in standing together and sharing our stories, loudly and clearly.

The contemporary art scene in Nepal

Niranjan Kunwar | March 1, 2017

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?

Last song

Niranjan Kunwar | July 14, 2016

Those skulls and bones, not so long ago, were covered in flesh.

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?”

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.

The birds sang on Sunday morning

Niranjan Kunwar | May 3, 2015

I’m talking about the Sunday after the quake, although Sunday hadn’t even fully arrived.

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.

Jaipur Litfest Day 5: Socrates to the CA

Niranjan Kunwar | January 26, 2015

I took a quick, cold shower on Sunday morning, the last day of the Jaipur Literature Festival. The previous night, I had transferred from a comfortable hotel, walking distance from the festival venue Diggi Palace, to a cheaper location. The temperature inside the new hotel room was not artificially controlled. So I dried myself fast […]

An area of light: Naipaul in Jaipur

Niranjan Kunwar | January 25, 2015

“India had not worked its magic on me. It remained the land of my childhood, an area of darkness; like the Himalayan passes, it was closing up again, as fast as I withdrew from it, into a land of myth; it seemed to exist in just the timelessness which I had imagined as a child, […]