Fiction Park

The tailor’s home

Among the joggers on Damside street was a brown-skinned girl whose ponytail bounced rhythmically with each step.

A banana republic

The place was a storm of anger and confusion. The square was littered with debris, and the air stank of bananas and rage.

Regmi ji’s plight

It only takes a little for a man to feel content: a family, a roof over his head, and a society that respects him.

The years we lost

Gauri’s father’s fragile yet insistent voice echoed in her memory. ‘Read it to me, chori,’ he had whispered, battling through his final days.

A coconut fiasco

A newly constructed bridge collapses on the morning of its opening. The cause? A coconut sold by Hari Bahadur.

Roots of change

The tree stood as a timeless witness to our growth, teaching us resilience, love, and the beauty of change.

A life I want to live

Looking out the window of a public vehicle, I despise everyone riding two-wheelers. Maybe soon, I will also wear the helmet and shift gears.

Until next time

Suraj and Bijay are childhood friends. One wishes to stay in the country, and the other is trying to leave.

The roar of the crowd

As Anil and Bikram entered Thamel, a rumour spread like wildfire: thieves were among them, stealing from the festival-goers.

Hello? Is this Sunita?

I wanted the calls to stop. She wanted to disappear. But sometimes, even a wrong number leads to the right questions.

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