Stories By 'NILISHA TULADHAR'
She gradually opened up and shared her feelings. “I stopped going to work. After all, the family is more important, isn’t it?” she said with an inquisitive look. I remained silent. She continued.
full story »
I went to attend a photo exhibition project at a local school. As I stepped inside the school premises, I could see children running on the grounds recklessly. I turned to see a teenage boy standing all alone in front of the photographs on display.I walked up to the first photograph and stood before it. The caption contained long sentences, both in Nepali and English, describing the people in the photograph. The Nepali text was placed above the English text.
full story »
I had gone to join the marriage procession of a close relative. They had bought a new house far from the city area. The rituals extended late into the evening. The whole place was silent and dark, with only a few houses. My cousins were talking about their school teachers.
full story »
I came home from class at 8 in the evening. A crowd of people had gathered in our neighborhood. I could smell something off in the air. The half pitched and half stone-paved ground was wet as if it had just rained heavily.
full story »
My friend called me last Saturday at noon. She lives in the United States. I wondered what time it was on the other side of the globe.
full story »
Isighed looking up at the blue sky at midday. My grandmother was sitting next to me. “I’m just asking you to think about it.
full story »