One weekend hike.

We were unprepared. No, we were kind of prepared, we had a plan but as things happened, things didn’t go accordingly. When my best friend Maya and I decided to go for a short hike one weekend, we thought we had it all figured out. She would make me breakfast and we...

From the Airport

Changi Airport in early morning. “All airports are same”, says Shadow, the protagonist of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, “it doesn’t matter where you are, you’re in an airport, tiles and walkways and restrooms, gates and newsstands and fluorescent lights.” This is...

Freedom is.

Sometimes freedom is a walk around your neighborhood. It is strolling with your sisters in the muddy streets, it is laughing at private jokes, running away from a café after you’ve spent few minutes taking pictures. It is going to a random shop and bargaining for the...

Of hills and moving.

We were on a bus to Nuwakot. Passing through these hills left me a sudden sense of breathlessness and I am not sure why because I have always been a river-girl. (Or rather a larger-water-body-with-big-waves girl). I have this fondness for river and lakes. I am...

lost and found.

I searched the room frantically, turning over the sleeping bags and the mats, praying to all the gods I knew. “No, it’s not here” I told my friends. “Dhanga maruni” they claimed, saying that I was careless. This was the second time I had lost my phone, the former...