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My Run Out Pen

My Run out Pen (short story) I miss you my run out pen a lot. I fondly recall the moment you came to. You were full of life and enthusiasm to run throughout the blank pages of my lovely diary. You remember how excited you had made me the first time I held you tightly in my hand and kissed you? You had wagged your bottom as if you were a puppy wagging its tail at the arrival of its master. What a fun we had, you and me! You had hasted to be attached to my body as though you were my appendage; however, the cruel act of emptying you from within began with my writing about you. ....

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No Men- novel

“Chetna! Wake up! How early she’s asleep!” Harima aunt caught me by my arms and gave a shaking, yet I wasn’t asleep. I stood up without any thought and was taken the oblation square. A big lantern was giving dazzling light to the dark yard. Men were sleeping in the barn on the straw. They were talking and would laugh loudly. Some of them were snoring like a lion’s roaring. The boy was dozing off taking the back support of one of the banana trees. I was made to sit beside the boy. I wanted to go back to my bed inside. The way I was forced to sit there was irritating me a lot. I wanted to break the structures that were made to do so called rites and nonsense rituals, don’no what made me so feeble, so kept mum. The priests asked me to put on a hay ring, which he said was called ‘Kush’, on my finger. I followed whatever he asked me to do. Again I was made a puppet, made of ragged, ready to dance as per the wish and order of the men. I had an empty skull within. There was no being ins...

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लहरा

काँडै काँडाको फेद भए पनि लहरा फनफनी त्यसमै बेरिएका छन् कारण लहरा नजिककै रुखमा बेरिन्छ सर्बाङ्ग सिख्रो र नग्न तनतरू भीरको डिलमा ठिङ्ग उभिएको छ बीभत्स रूप कायाकल्प मृत्युञ्जयी अाफ्नै बोझले लचक्क लच्किएको छ भीरतिर त्यसमाथि मनपरी बेरिएका कबै, भैंसीकाँडे र डुम्रीका कारण ढल्न ठिक्क छ र त ऊ बूढो धृतराष्ट्र जस्तै नेत्रहीन बनेको छ हजारौं द्रौपदीको चीरहरण भएको देख्दैन ऊ ।

उज्यालो

अाधा रातमा ब्युँझेर उसले घडीको सुईलाई नियाल्यो रातको १२ बजेको थियो तर उसको घण्टे सुई सुतिरहेको थियो लन्ठ्याङ् लन्ठ्याङ् हल्लिरहने पेन्डुलम भने जागा नै थियो उसलाई लाग्याे- घडीको सुई रोकिएका कारण उज्यालो भएको थिएन ऊ निराश भयो । उसले उज्यालो हुनु र नहुनुका बीच केही फरक देखेन उसलाई लाग्यो, मान्छे सुतेका कारण उज्यालो निदाएको थियो । २०७४/०४/०४

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