I understand why some of my fellow citizens want to celebrate this document. But when I weigh that against why some other fellow citizens of mine find no reason for cheer, I find betrayal in the celebrations.
Within these tumultuous flames, I see many travelers, separated by immense distances and unimaginable timescales.
You – my bastard child, you have learnt to speak, after years
Image: NayanTara Gurung Kakshapati
‘He beat them up, ek haat le madisey, ek haat le bhotey.’
Image: Abha Niraula, 3rd Place, Writing Nepal 2015
“Pārijāt only blooms at night”, Ama tells me.
“No it doesn’t,” I giggle in disbelief.