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Pic source: Google images Being a girl is not safe even in our mother’s womb. Can we ever expect a safer place for us in the outside world? I’m sure most of us have already heard and some might have already seen the video about the molestation of a girl in Bengaluru, India. If not, then please click here to know about it. I was awestruck to watch something like this happen. I got goose bumps and my heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. How did you react? What thoughts came into your mind after you watched it? Maybe some included the following: “I should return home earlier.” “I should not walk alone.” “My own neighbourhood is not safe for me.” “I should learn some self defense techniques.” Let me share with you a recent event that my friend faced, here in Nepal. She was returning home in a local bus. The bus was quiet crowded so she had to compact herself in a corner to prevent the jostle. The people who don’t own their private vehicle can tot

While my heart was reluctant about me writing, this time my brain won and I’m finally mustering up some courage to pull my hands out and write in this annoyingly cold weather, all cuddled up in my warm cozy blanket. I’m hoping you’re warm too. Today’s review is going to be about the latest book I’ve finished reading: ‘Monsoon’ by Subin Bhattarai. I have to admit it shamefully that this is the first ever novel that I’ve read which is written in Nepali. I’m so sorry, Nepali writers, I couldn’t be faithful!! I always felt that reading Nepali wouldn’t be as easy as reading an English novel but this time, I’m wrong and I enjoyed the book to the fullest. “ cflv/ b]v]s} ;kgf ;fsf/ x'G5, gb]v]sf] ;kgfsf] cfsf/ sxf“ x'G5< ” The protagonist of the novel is Mr. Subhan Upadhyay. The name really matched the writer (Subhan-Subin) so I had to turn the cover page to check if they were the same person. But they aren’t. You know, Subhan is just like one of the single guys we get t

George Carlin said: “The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. Life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death! What’s that, a bonus?” That being said, when you read “Me Before You” by Jojo Moyes, you won’t agree less to the quote. Me Before You is the story of Louisa Clark and Will Traynor, two different persons with completely different personalities. While they know quite a lot of things about their lives, neither of them knows that they’re going to change the other for all time. Lou Clark is forced to take the job of looking after a quadriplegic, Will Traynor, for six months when she loses her job at The Buttered Bun. As if being shoved up against Will’s tantrums and keeping up with his basic routines and being catapulted into a whole new life wasn’t already difficult enough for Lou, a bomb drops on her when she overhears Will’s mother and sister talking about Will’s wish for euthanasia and realizes that it was W

Photo courtesy: Google Images It’s been a really long time since I’ve travelled somewhere. Now when I’m finally thinking of adding a travel blogging section to my blog, I want to start by writing about Ilam, the first ever place I travelled far from my home. I visited Ilam in September, 2014. So I’ll try my best to recall everything about my trip. Tea Garden, Ilam Bazar Ilam is located in the eastern part of Nepal. Since I’ve been pursuing my bachelor’s degree in the eastern city, Dharan itself, one of my goals after I came here was to check my lists of visiting all the beautiful places in the eastern part of Nepal while I was still here. But unfortunately, it is almost time for me to bid adieu to this place and I have to confess shamelessly that the only place of eastern Nepal that I’ve visited is the one I’m going to write now. Like they say, “Unplanned plans are the best plans”. This journey to Ilam became the same for us. One day we were talking about going and t

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“Night buses?” “Oh horror! What if the driver falls asleep? Or what if the person next to you turns out to be a pervert? Or what if the robbers rob every penny out of you?” You know what? These all are now old wife’s tales regarding the journey on the night buses. Now? Now it’s something like this: “Did you get stoned on the way? Or was there window pane for your seat? Or did your bus have the front window?” If you’ve read my last blog post, I’d said that the journey during the earthquake had been my most horrible journey till date. But I take it all back. I’ve travelled some few journeys now to surpass that and let me completely forget the journey made during the disaster. I’m the first one in my entire family to travel by the night buses. Yay! For me, right? You know how mums are. Similarly, my mum was against me travelling amidst the night until that time came when I had no other choices. The world is round, of course. There’re no day-buses from Pokhara to Dharan an

“Why the hell is the helicopter flying so near to the house? Does it want to blow the house off or what?” When the floor started shaking all of a sudden, this is what I thought. My house is really close to the Pokhara airport so heli/s scaring the soul out of us is not very unfamiliar. I was taking a shower. When the shaking didn't stop for quite a time, I started panicking. I totally didn’t know what to do…come out of the bathroom just like that or wait for it to stop. I chose the former. I came running out of the bath, barefooted, to the ground decked in a bath robe, and soap bubbles running into my cheeks. The ground underneath me was terribly trembling and the tall building in front of where I lived was swaying in the rhythm of the quake, windows clapping and people running for their lives. Yes, it was an earthquake…like no one had ever seen before. I looked towards my house. It was shuddering with fear, just like me…but it was not falling. I closed my eyes, and hugged