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.

Everyday she wakes up she motivates herself to do better, to fly high. She searches for happiness, satisfaction, but finally ends up stuck with ridiculous emotions which never let her go.

I cried a lot that night. I truly thought he was the one. I thought a lot about our times together. I didn't know when I fell asleep.

In the valley of desperation, lived a man neck deep in debt Tomorrow was the day he was going to lose everything

The clock tower rings seven bells. Aama must be waiting at the dining table for me, I think. I pack up, put a few files into my bag and leave the office. The guard jots down the time in the register. I walk to Ringroad, and wait for the bus to Koteshwor.