If you’re a 90s kid that grew up in Kathmandu Valley, chances are we share a vivid memory of St. Valentine’s Day. ‘Ah, hai…hami sano huda valentines day ma snow pareko thiyo!’ (Yeah, when we were little, there was snow fall on valentine’s day!). Each year as February approaches, so does this little memory hidden…
Read MoreThe wind blows, piercing cold radiating from the inside of the bones. Curl and twist to keep warm, dreaming of blossom as leaves fall over the ground. Chilly mornings, waiting for the sun to shine.
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I think of summer as autumn moves away opening the doors to winter. Strong gust of November winds blow past my shell ripping apart my safe house just at the start of the cold. Summer has ended, a season gone but work still remains to be done. I’ve been lazy dancing under the sun, now…
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May be we’re like the season I’ve never seen spring meeting autumn, like the day never sees the dawn all we do in our alternate universes is quietly burn. Like summer and winter, when one comes you are bound to remember the other. May be we really are like the seasons fading away time and…
Read More‘I love to watch the snow fall,’ said the little princess looking up to her father, the King of Cenious, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. ‘As long as your feets are warm, you will love it my dear,’ he said. And the snow fell from heavens, like tiny rolls of cotton one after another, disappearing…
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