Madame Jasveer and a salesman
Whenever I used to carry my daughter in my arms, I used to think “Is there anything in this universe more beautiful than this?” My daughter cultivated an eternity of love within me. My life was full of bliss before, all of sudden, I blew everything off.
With him, her days floated by, buoyed by excitement and joy.
Family hardship had matured him, and his honesty intrigued her more.
I wanted to tell my parents everything, but I was scared they would disown me after knowing my sexuality.
I am still grieving and still discovering grief and it’s many dimensions.
After moving to Kathmandu, his parents visited the village every year, but Yuvraj never went with them.
Although her face seemed happy, her eyes told me a different story—they were bright but they lacked the light.
How much love is too much love?
She was a refugee but I never considered her as a stranger. And knowing that I wouldn’t see her again broke me.
Days were made of violence and quarrels in their home. Yet, the children grew in the shade of their mother’s love.
Her eyes were focused on the rain but various thoughts were playing on her mind. She realised how lonely she was without Rajiv.
Beyond the cliff was several hundred feet drop to a sea of green paddy fields. Surviving such a steep drop was highly unlikely.
esh’s memory drifted back to that April evening, when he was his son’s age. The incident’s memory was like an unforgiving mouse trap that caged him every time his mind drifted there.
The only difference is that the girl on the sketch has shorter hair and blue eyes
Many things were on my mind. Some of sadness, some of regret
The thought of presentation came back, becoming more pressing and elemental this time
It was 2005 BS. After seven days of walking my grandfather finally said, “We are now in Kathmandu.” He was in his late sixties, but he didn’t look his age.