In the Canvas of Time

Dear storywriter Diwakar Nepali! I was that unlucky woman, who had to be separated before saturated with your words of thanks. You might have forgotten the moment and the day, but how can I forget them? If possible, I wish that moment be a ray of sunlight, which I could get every morning. I wish that moment be a warm quilt, which I could wrap around me during the cold nights. I wish that moment be a cool fragrance, which I could breathe in the summer....

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Certainty Uncertainty

Before the faint light of early morning was spread, a stinking news had reached everywhere in the village – “Sabitri’s mummy has given birth to a daughter.” The news had stretched as far as water-taps, rest houses, paddy fields, teashop, among others. “Poor Ram Prasad had a daughter again.” “Poor Dhamalni Amai had again a granddaughter. She might die without seeing the face of a grandson.” “Oh! Sabitri’s mummy has again given birth to a daughter.” “I...

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