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Devkota’s Transnational Arch

Mahesh Paudyal This paper will not evaluate Devkota’s individual writing. It will make a cursory assessment of his international outreach, and shall map how he

The Rain Reminds Me of You

Sushant Thapa Today I feel happy. I have found the lyrics To the playground of the heart. Let it rain, Let it drench me to

A Young Girl

Eagam Khaling, Darjeeling It had been raining like cats and dogs since morning, and a young girl was standing on an old bamboo bridge without

The Books

Taijas Sharma  Mother was my first book, The one I read since birth. Page by page, It taught me love, The only word The caged

Tundra

Sameen Shakya Torn tundras. Tumultuous times. Toil and trouble. Unpack the mind. See what spillage has leaked within from eyes, ears and mouth. Even skin.

Stormy Silence

Sushant Thapa The thunder spoke In stormy silence That grew Like a poisonous hemlock tree. I buried the news headlines, Hefted my bag of life