My Bheja...,

I am what I really am., and not what others make of me..,

Sunday, June 7, 2026

The luxury of pain

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The water at Sundarijal knew nothing of the valley. It simply fell. Madhu contained its power for two years in an old stone mill scented wi...
Sunday, March 15, 2026

The postman who delivered sound

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In the year 2031, just five years from now, Kathmandu learned to speak only in Silence. It began with a whisper from the Ministry of Digita...
Sunday, January 4, 2026

A marriage gone cold in the Swedish winter

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The grey Swedish twilight filtered through the triple-paned windows of their Solna apartment, casting a sterile blue light over the IKEA f...
Sunday, September 21, 2025

The silence of the scroll

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In the heart of Bananapur—a quiet, sun-scorched land where banana groves stretched for miles like a cruel joke under a blazing sky—somethi...
Sunday, May 11, 2025

A banana republic

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In sleepy Bananapur, nestled in Kavre’s foggy hills, the Banana Mahotsav, a noisy festival celebrating the village’s lifeline fruit, was s...
Sunday, March 16, 2025

A coconut fiasco

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In the sleepy village of Thori, the air buzzed with excitement. After years of promises, complaints, and endless cups of chiya at the local...
Sunday, December 29, 2024

The roar of the crowd

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On New Year’s Eve, revered figures, across one sweep of the eye—the evening tumult—were surrounded by the local commotion of Anil and a Bi...
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