How a 30-year-old, trying to make herself a career in Paris, embraced what she had long refused to acquaint herself with: cooking.

By the time I finish telling my favourite umbrella story, we’ve managed to hail a taxi and gotten in. I knew it was going to be a story with a happy ending, you say.

Language is a social divider. But as much as it can divide society, it can also unite it.

Do words have power within themselves or do they generate power when they are used by people in power?

Because the “other” is also always the “me”. The “other” is a reflection of who you are.

May I wake up one summer day to your laughter coming from the kitchen and the smell of butter tea. May the world on the other side of this find a morning not bereft of small mercies.

A city girl’s nostalgic note on her (almost) private sanctuary in Kathmandu.

Over the last few months of being isolated at home, I’ve come to realise that if I have a religion, it is my solitude.

Besides causing global economic devastation and thousands of deaths, Covid-19 could fuel communal division and bigotry in Nepal.

Just before the lockdown was announced, a bus appears as a post-apocalyptic travel package.

Three days into isolation, I had realised I wasn’t who I thought I was. This was a crisis.

Some quiet, ordinary days and the mundanity of routine in the time of Covid-19.

When we realise how fragile our existence is, we realise we need art to survive.

Whining and grunting, I yank myself out of bed. It is yet another morning, and I’m not in the mood to exist.

Including the arts in education can provide curricular access to those with diverse learning styles.

I’ve learned that it is pain that makes bodies beautiful. They give them character in how they bend or curve or hang in heaviness.

Why did we stick with them? Why did we wait for the end to come? One of us felt we had no choice. Maybe we hoped things would change.

Should we redefine communist principles and politics or is our communist movement doomed to failure?

One day, she wrote Titir a long letter and slipped it under her door. It didn’t occur to her that the move would only cause her object of dedication to further stiffen against her.

If we care about raising individuals who are concerned about Nepal’s civil society, the Nepal Art History Discussion Series could prove to be a good starting point.