Slok Gyawali's blog

The other day, while I was at one of the marvelous temples that stand around the Valley the most eye-opening thing happened. At this relatively slow temple...

I had a hell of a time explaining the protocol of addressing someone a "dai" or a "didi" to an American friend of mine. Looking back at our conversation,  her confusion...

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among...

It amazes me to see how inarticulate I am in Nepali. My writing skills are deplorable, my reading is slow and unsteady, and my speaking could use a lot of work...

I see a reflection of a beautiful girl behind me, so being the gentleman, I hope I am, I humbly open the door, and stand holding the door with a moronic smile on my face. The girl stares at me; I stare back hoping that this exchange of glares turns into romantic barter of love (just like the movies). She moves closer to me….

When I was young I got into a lot of fights with my brother and being the “mama’s boy,” I ran and complained to my mother about what a bully my brother was and how he beat me without any fault of mine. My mother the most bi-partisan of mothers that she is, scolded my brother and then with wisdom filled eyes always said to me “son it takes two hands to clap”.