Her dark, long hair sprawled on the floor as she sat draped in a red sari waiting for a client.

Things went from bad to worse as Dhanmaya resorted to silence after that day. She only spoke when spoken to, and that too very little. A forlorn expression made a permanent fixture on her fa

He had a favourite chair, the one made of bamboo cane, where he used to sit whenever he wanted me to listen to his stories.

Laxmi Puja is being celebrated across the country on Thursday. But for many Nepalis, the day is also important for another reason altogether

She was dying.

As soon as I heard the teacher utter her name, which I found exotic, I looked up and threw a glance at her. She was beautiful. I kept looking at her until she walked across several benches a

I have always believed that there exists a thin veil between dream and reality. A veil, only just separating the two. And here, I feel the veil between us, between our existing reality and o

In the solace of the evening, he would recline on his favourite chair and paint portraits

Different. This was how it really was this time around. The feeling, though fleeting, was refreshing, something very unlike all that I had experienced before