
The Enemy
Bishweshar Prasad Koirala Trans: Mahesh Paudyal IF THE PHRASE ‘apple of the eye’ held good for anyone, it was certainly for Krishna Ray. Forty-five year old Ray was by far the gentlest guy in the entire village. In the past ten to twenty years, he had not set a foot outside his village. This was enough to manifest his complacent nature. He considered it against his conviction to lend