September 2019

Rain and memoriesSprinkles of rain, unexpectedly in the cold night with the cold wind rushing through the hurling curtains into the room pattered in the dark wall and the rolling raindrops down in alignment flashes him back to past memories of dribbling raindrops all the way to his nose tips,

“Slight drizzle followed by the sudden cats and dogs making the way for a downpour. unusual in a way, November doesn’t call cloudburst. But this time, it did with a sense of humor in the air. Pokhara, badly known for untimely rainfall added one more incident to its hall of

I am a sex worker. Do you judge me when I say that? When I say that I’m selling my body in exchange for money with my own will you definitely judge me, don’t you? “Mom, why are you drenched everyday? Buy an umbrella no”, my 6 year old son