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City, Kathmandu.

I sometimes wonder what a city means. To its people. To outsiders. To itself. What makes a city a city? Is it people and their stories? Or is it the buildings and the business? What becomes a city? How does the landscape change from a laid-back space to heavy traffic...

Journaling Journey: March & April.

  When March arrived, everything fell apart. I got crankier. I felt more restless. Starting March 1st, I wanted to journal but I failed. No matter what I did, I failed to express what I was feeling. For a second, I thought I didn’t know what I was feeling. So I...

Grief doesn’t come with feathers for me.

I first heard of Grief is the thing with feathers written by Max Porter when a friend of mine was reading it. I had just lost my mother, and he had just started the book so he thought I should read it. Fast forward five months and a breakdown in the middle of the...

Journaling Journey: Jan & Feb Update.

I know this post comes way later than it should’ve been and I am extremely sorry for that. I have been feeling quite down lately and add work deadlines and no laptop to work on to the list, you have my reasons. But we can talk about my feelings later and start...

Chasing life. Chasing time.

  I am slacking at work. There are deadlines after deadlines that I need to complete, but I find myself yearning to curl up in a blanket and not wake up till all of this is  over. I have no idea where to start from. I don’t even know what is it that I need to do....

Tracking 2016

I couldn’t wait for 2016 to start because it was to be the year of me tracking my life. Before 2015 ended, I made list of project goals for the year. 2016 was to be the year of my creativity out-flowing. It was for me to focus on myself and my personal projects. One...

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...

Books of 2015

  2015 was the year when tracking books that I’d read was easy. Mainly because it took me months to finish a book. The books that I chose to read was bought and borrowed, and they obviously were all on my wishlist and were recommended by friends.. Here’s what I...