Art And Culture

When I Miss Home, I Miss Her The Most

It was a beautiful warm sunny day. I felt like I...

July 18, 2022

A Lesson From An Old Diary

“Why should my socks be exactly as long as they say?...

June 19, 2022

The English Language’s Indispensable Position in Nepali Life: Is (not) it a problem?

It is not uncommon that most boarding schools in Nepal give...

January 27, 2022

ART AND CULTURE

Bride Kidnapping in Kyrgyzstan: A Documentary Review Essay from a Sociological Perspective

July 1, 2021 0 Comments

Bride kidnapping, needless to say, happens to be just another version of the game ‘kokpar’ where women are dragged to the future groom’s home just like how the carcass of a dead goat is dragged to the goal. As insensitive and disturbing it sounds, this inhuman way of marriage, widely prevalent in rural Kyrgyzstan shows

Poetry

I am just like you

September 23, 2020 1 Comment

I am just like you, Except, for the days I wake up feeling like a man, Not the ones, catcalling you down the streets, Or the ones too afraid to cry. Man, so pure that the Color pink doesn’t scare them, Man, untouched by the patriarchy. Other days I am a woman, Not the ones

Poetry

People you may know

September 23, 2020 0 Comments

I still remember that ghastly night, Streets being lit by the moon up so high. I was there with a t-shirt so tight, And a skirt which didn’t even cover my thigh. Passed by a group of boys all so thirst, The way they looked at me made me feel so scary, Felt my heartbeat

Poetry

Wish of Animate Lover

September 23, 2020 1 Comment

From earth to moon and moon to stars, We could dance and travel very far. Outer space and hands held tight, We could make love and kiss every time. But you are alone in that wondrous place, Leaving me helpless in this stupid maze. As I look above up so high, I can see you

ART AND CULTURE

To die alone

September 23, 2020 0 Comments

The old man sat at the booth in the café alone sipping coffee. The bland coffee wasn’t doing much of help to him to forget his conversation with his daughter Miranda, this morning. The old man led a simple life; he hadn’t had many luxuries till now. Children, he only had one and he loved