My Bheja...,

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...

The truth is often a double-edged sword, severing bonds with its sharpness. Yet, only through the pain of its cut can we understand the de...

In the quiet spaces between heartbeats, love speaks the loudest truths. Under the expansive cerulean sky, in the heart of Chitwan's ju...

  Residing in the Chitwan district, where the wild elephants roam as freely as the rivers that carve our land, I am accustomed to the extr...

In the bustling city of Kathmandu, which stands in the shadow of the majestic Himalayas, with its narrow lanes and ancient temples, there li...

The sun dipped below Chitwan’s horizon as Kamana wrapped up another long shift. Her feet ached for rest and her heart longed for the indul...

I’ll never forget the smell of his Hero Honda bike, reminiscent of stale Yak cigarette. It evoked ancient memories of weekend visits fille...

A man named Amir lived in the bustling town of Bharatpur, near Santichowk. He was known for his resilience despite his chronic poverty. Am...

The tale unfurls itself in the mystical valleys and rugged terrains of Nepal, where there existed a kingdom under a wise and amiable King ...

Every morning, as the quaint library opens, I see people walking in, looking for the human book. Kids are running around, and adults, who ...

Last year, at the Valdai International Discussion Club meeting attended by hundreds of experts and politicians, Rasigan Maharajh asked Russi...

Several years ago, Rajesh Hamal, often called the "Maha Nayak", graced Finland with a visit. Proud and curious, he was surprised b...