The Covid pandemic has changed our perception of a hero but it remains to be seen whether the value we are attributing to frontliners nowadays is here to stay.

When trapped in the house for months, little things in life preserve your sanity, like a flock of pigeons and their gentle cooing.

Here it starts again, every October, without reason or rhyme. Every act a mere repetition of what was done before; every speech a replica of what was said before.

Culture and language are intricately associated with humans so they change due to human actions. As cultures shift, languages also change.

We must have been just another Asian couple to their eyes. Because he could have been placed anywhere from the Middle-east to South Asia. And I could be placed anywhere from South to the Southeast of Asia.

I will most likely be infected with the virus in the next few days or months. But I became a physician knowing the job incurred risks.

For my lessons, he would only bring a pen and a few written notes with him. But with just his pen and his notes, he would open up a whole new universe.

The spirit of this festival has also been at the heart of openness to change.

The thrust that blocks the rocket to move forward is the same thrust it uses to soar ahead.

From when we are very young, we are steeped in a culture--that is reinforced through mass media--that treats women as beings existing primarily for the convenience of men.

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.