What’s not to say about rosacea?
I’m thrilled any day I wake up and it’s cloudy. A gloomy day is gentler on my face and rain is bliss
Pratibha Tuladhar
Mother, who creates
We must find joy in serving. That’s what my parents taught me.
Our mothers’ silences
They bring us into this world but the only way we can bring them into the world is by offering our words/work.
Warm my hands
The feeling is packed with familiarity and yet it is alarming with someone’s elbow going over her face, some crotch pressed to her side and someone’s garlic breath upon her hair.
Two women in a boat and some tea
A dragon fly perches on the oar and she pauses briefly, lets it alight on a bundle of grass parked on the side of the boat, and then rows again
Navigating invisible borders
Soap operas were created for housewives, who would watch them after putting their day’s work to rest, as though visiting old friends in the emptiness of their days
Pictures of women taking pictures
Here’s a book for every daughter of Nepal
Let’s not Barbie
The world created by a toy can be limitless, but it also means something different to every single child
How to unlove…
Strip your heart of love, replace body parts he touched, delete photographs from the album
We used to be flowering trees
In contrast is Kathmandu with its “width not enough to last a run”, with its sudden gorges and hills
