Stories By 'Abha Dhital'
It was only last month. My father poured himself a drink and gave it a sniff as if to ensure what was going inside his gut was as good as what was pouring out from his heart.
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Wasabi

Abha Dhital, Jul 02 2017

One...two...three…four​It always hit her like wasabi. When and once she felt it, she could not even begin to control the chain of reactions that followed.
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I am lying down on a small 5x1 ft black couch in a hospital cabin. I have made a pillow out of a blanket and placed it in a position from where I can see my Bajai. I need to stay alert all night so that I know when she needs something.
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If you find yourself in and around the Patan Durbar Square, you are likely to find a couple of three-wheelers that immediately stand out. Difficult to categorise as tempo or rickshaw, pedi cabs are misfit of sorts.
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Two years after the 2015 earthquakes, many things have changed and much hasn’t. On the surface, it appears that Nepalis have ‘risen above’ the adversity and moved past the disaster, but it’s not necessarily true.
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It was only after he pointed out couple of years ago that she had noticed she really is compulsive in her own unapparent ways. There were certain (little) things that really bothered her.
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