My World

  I must have been 6 or 7 years old, then. I thought I saw something in our yard and went straight to see what it was. I bumped face first into the window that was open. I didn’t see it. It hurt, but I was scared to tell my mother. I didn’t want a scolding for being careless. I went upstairs. My eldest brother was watching television. I told him what just happened and he put some medicine on the wound that had now become evident on my face. Back then, I only associated healing with wounds: scrapes on the knees, bruises on the elbows, cuts on your faces. You fell, you injured yourself, you had a wound and the wound needed healing. That was the way healing worked, or at least the way I saw it. But, healing is so much more. I was naïve enough to think that was the only healing there could be in the world, or at least could not understand enough. That could work for your visible wounds. But what about wounds that no one can see? Not even yourself? That kind of healing needs much more t

  I’ve had my fair share of brownies; trust me. I can really only blame my sweet tooth, but I cannot say I haven’t enjoyed the brownie hunting thoroughly on more than one occasion. Who doesn’t enjoy a warm fudgy brownie with ice-cream on top? I definitely do. Of course, the pandemic put a halt to my hunting season; but nevertheless, I was pleasantly surprised to find a new brownie place in town. Kharayo bakes recently launched this heavenly delight. And from day one, or at least since the day I saw their sponsored ads, they caught my attention. They looked delicious, fudgy, and just so aesthetically pleasing. I wasn’t sure yet, if they were a treat to the mouth but they definitely looked like a treat to the eyes. They have all these interesting flavors to try out. The most peculiar of which, I felt was white chocolate and rose. Things began to hype up and they began gaining more attention with their attractive package that they launched during the Dashain season. Reviews about how

  No, I won’t miss you Not even a little bit. I might just dream about you every night But, that’s about it.   I will count the days Till you come home again; Of course, I’m not going to miss your embrace Until then.   I’ll see glimpses of us When I pass places we’ve been at But missing you? Why would you think I would do that?   I might text you every single day And perhaps give you a call; But I won’t miss you, Not even a little bit, not at all.

  This is based on the story by Max Schulman. Fallacy is false reasoning. For instance, this morning, after just leaving home, a black cat crossed the road; one thinks it’s ominous to go out today. There are many people who do this. This is a fallacy. Another instance could be every morning. When you come to college, you meet someone. You smile at him and vice versa. But he didn’t this morning. You start wondering why and creating reasons yourself. There might be no reason too. We usually try making false reasoning and come to wrong conclusion. Take another example: there are three baskets of apples. You choose one basket from basket A which tastes sour. The second basked had sour apples too and the third too gave a sour apple. Hence, the wrong conclusion here is that all apples are sour. So the main question here is: like the false reasoning stated above, can love be a fallacy? The truth is love cannot be with reason. How important is reason in love? Do we fall in love with someon

  You have the time, you have the mood and you’ve got the sweet tooth. So what to make? Why not try custard filled doughnuts? You are more than likely to have all the ingredients lying around in the kitchen, anyway. Here is what you will need For the dough 4 cups flour (or more depending on your serving size) Milk Sugar Eggs Butter Salt Baking powder Water For the custard 3 egg yolks 2 cups milk Sugar as per your liking 1 tablespoon cornstarch Preparation time 1 hour 20 mins Cooking time 15 mins So all it takes is 1. 5 hour for these beauties Instructions First things first, get the dough ready and keep it aside to rest. To one cup of milk, add in your yeast, a little bit of sugar and a pinch of salt and give it a good mix. Add in your flour Crack an egg in there and give it a good mix. Use your hands for this, no excuses. Add in your room temperature butter. There is no need to melt the butter. Just sort of gently knead it into the dough. Afte

  So I was recently reading “pagal” by Laxmi Prasad Devkota and couldn’t help but write this.   The lunatic as this poem is popularly called in English; a lunatic i.e someone who has descended into madness. What is madness? It is something abnormal, something irrational, something illogical. If something is abnormal, it is mad and something normal is sane. This has been the traditional binary or division. If a person is different from what society considers to be regular, you call them mad. The indifference of others is rarely accepted. If you have a different way to view thins, you are captioned mad. Such an irony, isn’t it? But once can never innovate if he /she is asked the replicated the society. He/she will be just another individual in the society. One much think out of the box. Isn’t it? Give it a read if you haven’t already. लक्ष्मी प्रसाद देवकोटा – पागल जरुर साथी म पागल ! यस्तै छ मेरो हाल । म शब्दलाई देख्दछु ! दृश्यलाई सुन्दछु ! बासनालाई संबा

So we recently visited Sikali Mandir at Khokana. It was a place I had been wanting to visit for a long long time now and it finally happened. It is situated amidst greenery and the scenery is beautiful. It is so peaceful and a breath of fresh air (not the road leading there, of course); but once you get there nothing else will matter. You are in another world apart among green fields and nature. So why is this beautiful place, perfect for a getaway, perfect for a picnic littered? No, seriously, why? It is not only at Sikali, Khokana but something I have noticed at popular picnic places around the valley. When a place is popular, people go to visit there, have some tea or whatever, they relax, have a good time and then, when they leave, they also leave their garbage there. Why would you come to a beautiful spot because it has been popular for its scenery or that few people come and then, make it dirty? Can’t you people clean up after yourselves? Are you a child that thinks someone w