Flights Toward Drowned HomelandThe domestic terminal of Kathmandu airport buzzed with frenetic energy, the kind we describe as maccha bazaar — a fish market, teeming…Oct 9Oct 9
Camps Over Commencement: A Different WalkI found myself sitting underneath the blue tarp and silver plastic coverings which made up the tent. The only source of light was a small…May 15May 15
on grievingthe last time i met rojina and rabina became the last time i met them.Jun 2, 2022Jun 2, 2022
Twenty One’s Twenty One: Excerpts from my JournalThe bulb below the bougainvillea tree lights up perfectly during the dusk. I wear Aama’s light blue, flowery kurta and step into the twenty…Dec 20, 20212Dec 20, 20212
Twenty’s Twenty: Excerpts from my JournalThere are days when I am proud of my commitment towards journal writing. And then there are days when I let that blur. Blend. Disappear…Nov 21, 2020Nov 21, 2020
H̶i̶s̶t̶o̶r̶y Herstory of Budhanilkantha SchoolIn 1991, two decades into its establishment, Budhanilkantha School, the supposedly “inclusive” institution, accepted the first batch of…Jul 12, 20204Jul 12, 20204
