The school bag dropped on my knees. As I reached to pick it up, so did the little fellow who slammed his head on my foot. I got a peek of what the hurt looked like-a desperate try to look invincible. Young blood it was indeed.

My parents are from outside the Valley. When they stepped into the Capital looking for better lives, they also crossed the point of no return. I was born and raised in this very place, Kathmandu, where dreams come true, or so they say.

My grandma owns a great collection of Hindu scripts. Her antique collection of the Vedas, Ramayana, Geeta, etc, at one corner gives her room a vintage vibe.

Our already rough ride was worsened by the landslide at Dahikhola, the river that divides Dailekh and Kalikot. We had to stall our journey and take a refuge at Khirkijiula. This was definitely not in the plan, but all we cared for was a roof that would provide shelter from the harsh rain outside.

An exhibit titled Beauty and the Beast is slated to be held at Nepal Art Council from Saturday.

Isn’t it funny how we tend to pour our heart out as children but now, as grownups, we just bottle up. We try defying the very social nature of our species.

The Presenters’ Club, an association which aims to provide a platform for upcoming speakers to share their views and ideas, organised a discussion programme at Wicked Spoon Fork and Rock Restaurant in Jhamsikhel, Lalitpur, on Wednesday.

An art exhibition organised by the associate students of Kathmandu University School of Arts is currently being held at the Park Gallery, in Pulchowk, Lalitpur. The exhibit features a total of 42 artworks by 24 artists from ten countries, who are taking career support classes at the University.