Prince Trailokya stopped at a bend halfway up Shivapuri hill, exhausted. He had left his horse outside Budhanilkantha temple almost two ghadis ago and had climbed continuously, determined to make it to the top.
Image: 'Birdboat', Mel Kadel
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.
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.
I tell her that it’s 2062 where I come from.
Clocks are trouble. They lie. Women are trouble. They know when you’re lying. Bloody hell. I don’t know what day it is.