We fill our lives with the memory of absences, and mine is filled with Kathmandu’s images.

It’s not like it used to be, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The last time I was home, I visited the playgrounds where I spent most of my childhood. It had not changed much. Yet so much had.

If I go home for Dashain this year, maybe I could hear the echoes of my father calling out to me a couple of decades ago to drive our cattle towards home.

You can't expect anything else from silence, like termites--they are invisible but deadly.

An ode to the trees that reminds us that beauty is still a possibility.

For the five years during which I lived in Nepal, my name was not mine. It was a reflection of my muddled identity.

Shunned by affluent and middle-class families, public schools and marginalised communities are left in ruins.

Lessons on living in the present--even in fleeting moments.

People like Tatai, capable of loving, appeared unreal to her. Like a mask would someday come off and a disaster would unfold.

Many from the younger population may be unaware of Gandharva’s contribution to Nepali music, but people from my generation remember him for the genius he was.

My father’s car transports us to places, but most importantly, to our safe and lyrical space.

I think of Kafka and the grim life he led. I think of the idea of a non-writing writer: 'a monster courting insanity.' To save myself from being a monster, I write.

As common citizens of a semi-dysfunctional state, the least we can do is use our conscience to act towards a change we collectively envision.

An intersex man’s journey to ascertain his identity and rights in Nepali society.

For months people line up for water, but at this time of year we just want respite from the endless problems monsoon brings.

Old habits die hard but they do eventually--especially when you put your mind to it.

Many readers arrived at Shradha Ghale’s book talk, organised by Martin Chautari, seeking the closure the book failed to deliver.

Why does life always go round and round, leading us nowhere?

Only after a few years of getting into an Ivy League institution did I realise how big of a leap that was for me and my friend Pawan