Stories By 'Pranaya SJB Rana'
September 2016, BrusselsI am living in hip Ixelles neighbourhood of Brussels. Though I am in Europe for the first time, I find myself seeing similarities.
full story »
Tags: brussels
When you wake, sunlight is streaming through the gaps in the blinds of your room. From the netherworld that is your half-conscious mind, you hear a staccato drumbeat and the sound of trumpets, rising with the sun. It takes you a second before you are able to collect yourself. Then, you remember. It is the first of May and you are in Madrid. There is a parade, one of many, outside.
full story »
Two weeks ago, Kathmandu’s streets turned once again into a battleground between those asserting power and those challenging it. This time, Newar activists and homeowners went up against the might of the burgeoning neoliberal state.
full story »
Few things are quite as unwholesome as getting sick in a foreign country. For one, you are far from the comfortable trappings of home and loved ones who will care for you and dote on you.
full story »
Few drink like the English and when in London, I did like the English do. More than the grandeur of Westminster or Buckingham Palace or St Paul’s, I witnessed closer the insides of a great many pubs.
full story »
There is perhaps no other activity that is as decidedly human as the obsession over the passage of time, pigeon-holed into days and months and years. No animal marks time so stringently as the human, to paraphrase Mitch Albom.
full story »