Nameste!
Connecting with Nepal began months before I actually landed. As I look down at Katmandu from my window seat, the eyes of the Stupa lock into mine, reminding me to keep the promise of return. There are...
View ArticleUnfolding the Western Hills
The hills of Western Nepal are dotted with villages, each hosting a majority of a clan and ethnic group. Nevertheless, with migration, it is not simple to trace villages and populations, for they blend...
View ArticleThe Mysterious Magars
He looked around the dark shop before taking another sip of hot, bitter tea. “They’re stupid”, he said calmly, as if it was of no great importance. With a deep sigh, he continued, “they have been...
View ArticleAmerican Taliban or 21st Century Crusaders?
On the road again. Watching how buses and trucks waltz the bends, people hanging by the open door. There is no Big Brother ensuring seat belts are fastened, no ghostly officer belting out orders....
View ArticleThe Wealth of Western Hills
Roads winding, unwinding, winding upwards, unveiling stories and legends. Each bend brings a new chapter, a new challenge and unspoken realities. Few Napalese come to these hills. The far West lies on...
View ArticleWhose Human Rights?
How far is my home? Where are my hills? Who will take me home? I cannot breathe here. I cannot live here any longer. There is no rain, no soft breeze. My body is bruised, my face cut, my honour taken....
View ArticleCandy-Coded in Nepal
There is something about windows and doors that fascinates me. I wonder about the inhabitants, what they see when they open their shutters, what they do as they step out into the open. Do they and I...
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