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  • 4 October 2011

    The bus to Pokhara took a right into the driveway and stopped in front of a fine restaurant. The conductor announced, “just 20 minutes for lunch”. After sitting on the seat for four hours, I sprung up just like the spring flowers that bloom in the woods in early spring. I stretched my legs and got off the bus along with other fellow passengers. My appetite was lost for I was captured by the view that surrounded me. The hills in the horizon were dotted...

  • 23 September 2011

    I really don't remember when I became addicted to books. In school, I was interested in reading and the trend continued. The choice of book that I used to read back then has changed drastically. What has not changed is my love-hate relationship with Nepali literature. Back then, I was the only one in my friends circle reading Nepali books. Reading Nepali literature was not a happening thing then and at least in my friends' circle, it still isn't.

  • 16 September 2011

    As most things growing up, reading was another habit that was inspired by my need to do everything my older sister did. Being a whole year ahead of me in school, (which feels like an entire generation when you’re in 2nd grade,) my sister was required to read daily and keep records of how many pages of which book she read. At that time, I didn’t have “serious” homework like those 3rd graders, but seeing her sitting in our living room, book in hand, I decided I would flip through a few pages too.

  • 9 September 2011

    When I was a kid, I wasn’t much of a reader, more of a listener. I loved it when my father read me stories. I remember the first book he ever read to me was of Chicken Licken, a chick that feared that the sky would fall on its head and wanted to inform the king about it. I could never get enough of the story and would ask my father to read it to me again and again. He bought me a lot of story books but I just looked at the pictures and guessed what was happening in the story.

  • 31 August 2011

    Like anyone else, I love my childhood days. The memory of naughty friends now turned into good ones. Teachers whom we were fearful of, now great ones. Moments spent playing marbles and football as the best goal keeper...

  • 15 July 2011

    Superheroes have always been a part of our culture and folklore, and have (arguably) been around since the first humans began to draw on cave walls or write on parchments. What drives us to create such stories of extraordinary courage and extra-human possibilities? Likewise, what drives us to hear these stories?...

  • 24 May 2011

    There is one aspect of flying which grasps everyone's imagination - the freedom of moving around space without any obstacle. As a young kid, I used to dream of flying. The great stories of...

  • 10 April 2011

    I’ve come across a photojournalist that leaves me almost speechless - allow me to introduce you to Brian Sokol. I initially skimmed through the pictures on his website and a few pictures in I knew I loved his photography and his photographic eye. 

  • 28 March 2011

    The earthquake that devastated Japan has left the world shaken and terrified. Those who previously scoffed at predictions of the world coming to an end have now begun to believe strongly....

  • 28 February 2011

    It was Saturday when I landed at the Kathmandu airport which looked comparatively deserted. I was feeling good as I was back in the country after three years...