The bulb below the bougainvillea tree lights up perfectly during the dusk. I wear Aama’s light blue, flowery kurta and step into the twenty fourth year of my life. I don’t exactly know how. I turned twenty-three last year during a lockdown. I turned twenty-four this year amidst another lockdown…

Twenty’s Twenty: Excerpts from my Journal There are days when I am proud of my commitment towards journal writing. And then there are days when I let that blur. Blend. Disappear. The whole phenomenon of me ever writing. But when I see Kaya’s dirty yellow kurtha hanging in the hook, next to the blurry mirror, I…

In 1991, two decades into its establishment, Budhanilkantha School, the supposedly “inclusive” institution, accepted the first batch of women. However, this integration did not come out of some benevolence or deep reflection on the school’s exclusive culture, but because of conditionality from a far-off donor nation, Britain. The benefactor would…