January 2017

Sunita’s Diary 25th December 2002, Kalimati, kathmandu. Dear diary, Today it has been six months since I got married to Mihir. Six months ago I was Sunita Basnet and now life has transferred me to Mrs. Sunita Thapa. It’s a strange feeling. I feel that everything has changed. I visit

The Failure When I was in class one, I scored the highest in my class, back then, I didn’t quite understand what it meant. But, my parents were proud of me, and that made me happy. Like that, it was imprinted in my mind, that if I scored the highest,

This is one of the Top-5 Articles of Wordism Competition on the theme Failure. It was only me! “Heat engenders an instrument to spread out” That’s what the Linear expansion divulges, and indisputably Heat and hot are equivalents ; She asserted herself being blubber yet doesn’t even notice the factual

Failure and My Experience I still remember my math teacher at school who usually used to bombard us with difficult and challenging questions. And the funny thing is that most of the questions that he gave us were unlikely to be asked in exam! That time we regarded it as

THOSE BEAUTIFUL FAILURES Then, he would begin the warfare, and for me, it meant one disappointment after another. No sooner had I somehow held back my tears at one major loss, another even bigger blow would follow- every passing minute was then a slow and painful tow towards doom. Occasionally,

You You can talk all day about phoenix but you wish if you could rise from your ashes You listen to every motivation but you wish if you were lucky enough like them You lay down every time with all your excuses From dawn to dusk, Cursing your fate but

Smile My grandmother sat on the dusty courtyard on her bare feet, her thighs resting on her calves. She wore black glasses, off center, which covered half her face. In her right hand, she held a cigar, and every time she puffed, her hand revealed deep folds and creases that