Home for me is Evening Cup of Tea with her Stories on Side
Home My home in Surkhet is decorated with yellow and red mud over the walls. The greenery around my house […]
Journey to the Word Warriors| In Love with Poetry Since 2013
Journey to the Word Warriors When I was younger, I was never told not to cook. I’ve been cooking since
A Letter From an Old house to the Oldest Son | Old Memories
A Letter From Old House to the Oldest Son. Then suddenly you decided to leave like I was no one to you. You forgot how I saved all of you from those storms in Ashare jhari, I gave you the coolest air in summer. The bed that you used to sleep in is still empty in the poor room of me. After you left, your dad and mom left then slowly your brother’s family left as well. So what next?
On 26 June 2015 | Thoughts all of a Sudden | I am in my Room
On 26 June 2015 | Thoughts all of a Sudden I closed all the windows to avoid the rays of
Anger | A for Anger Lies Inside the Heart
Anger lies inside the heart. Body acts what the heart says and show off. Calculate your anger and happiness. Divide them both by sadness. Eagerness, it creates. Figure it out for yourself. Go to the garden of the heart-shaped heart, bean-shaped kidneys, pink lungs, marooned liver
Funny Bunny and the Pumpkin | Poem for Children| Fun Reading
Funny Bunny and the Pumpkin | Poem for Children| Fun Reading. Bunny is hungry. He cries and looks for friends around him. But he sees nobody. He saw a pumpkin looking at him with big eyes Bunny gets shocked!
A Child on the Road| Unforgettable Story of a Boy I Met
A Child on the Road. Heart-touching story of a boy I met. I don’t know about him. I don’t know about his parents. I don’t know where he lives. I just know that I saw a child on the road.
Spoken Word
If I were an Independent Person I Could Help My Family
If I were. If I earned some money, I would make my parents free from their loans. I would make a small beautiful house for all of us. There would be no six tires on the roof and this time in the rainy season, the wind would not take our tin away from the roof. No water would come in from the holes of our tin. I am gonna change the status of my family.
A Real Victim of Isolation | Home Quarantine During Pandemic
A Real Victim of Isolation. My bed is mine, only mine this time.
After my 18 hours travel on a public bus from Kathmandu to Surkhet.
This time my brother can’t wake me up using his 10 fingers on my shoulders with a cup of tea early morning sitting next to me in my bed.
Neither I can make a tea for him and myself.
His heavy hands can’t give me a perfect massage on the next morning of my arrival.
I am a woman in Nepal| Heart Breaking Stories of Loss of Life
I am a Woman. A Woman in Nepal, a woman far behind that capital. The woman that you see with her baby on her back walking down the street carrying rice and vegetables and firewood. It’s silent. It’s dark. It’s midnight. I hold my knees to my chest and watch my tears drip down to wet the mud floor.