मेरो यस ब्लगमा सन् २००६ देखिका लेखनहरू मात्र छन् । त्यसभन्दा पहिले मैले सन् २००२ देखि २००५ सम्म क्यानडामा बस्दा छद्मनाममा लेख्ने गरेको थिएँ ब्लगमा। ब्लगस्पटमा लेखिएका  ति लेखनहरू जस्ताका तस्तै त रहेनन् – तर आज कम्प्युटरमा पुराना लेखहरू खोज्नेक्रममा केही लेखनका खेस्राहरू एउटा रार (rar) फोल्डरमा फेला पारें । सबै त यस ब्लगमा राख्न...

He doesn’t speak much. But when someone suddenly crosses his path, he honks his horn and curses them plenty. He curses not only those crossing his path but their parents, grandparents and their entire ancestors. He asks them if their entire ancestry never learnt how to cross the road properly!?! He doesn’t speak much. But...

I had read somewhere about this while blog-hopping. Best way to practice writing – telling more using less words. So here is my first try. Wow, this is already more than half of the 55-words! But intro doesn’t count… She flashes him. He’s not in mood to see her so doesn’t call back. He knows...

He only remembered her eyes – those large hazel-brown eyes. He remembered how she let him know all she wanted just from her looks through those eyes. Her happiness, sadness, anger, playfulness…all. She, on the other hand, only remembered his hair – those long, plaited dark hair, which when cut became nice curly hair, rolled...

‘रेनसाँस’ क्याफेमा कफीका लागि आउनेहरूको लाइन नभएको दिन भेट्नु भनेको बालुवामा सुन भेट्नु जस्तै हो। शनिवारको बिहान कफी लिन जाँदा पनि आफूभन्दा अगाडि दुईजना थिए लाइनमा कफीको शुल्क तिर्नको लागि। दुवैजना विश्वविद्यालयमा भइरहेका अनेकौं निर्माणकार्यहरू मध्ये कुनैमा काम गर्ने कामदारहरू रहेछन्। उमेरले अलि पाको देखिने महाशयले दुइवटा कफी र एक क्वासँ (croissant) माँगे र त्यसको...