Vladimir Nabokov migrated from Russia to the United States and wrote his bestseller, Lolita. Arundhati Roy wrote The God of Small Things from the small town of Ayemenem. Fyodor Dostoevsky was translated from the...
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Kathmandu, Nepal
Contributors: Amma Raj Joshi, Sushma Joshi, Niranjan Kunwar, Chiran Pandey (BTL), Suvani Singh, Jigyasa Subedi (BTL), Rabi Thapa
« Nepal has a rich multi-lingual literary history dating back to the Malla Dynasty in the 12th century...Literature was orally produced, written and enacted through dance-dramas and songs. » —Suvani Singh, Literary Arts in Nepal
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She swirled the glass. The wine tossed and churned, the crimson waves at fight with each other until a drop bounced, hit the edge, teetering dangerously before plopping down on the white couch. She just... media_text
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“You get a strange feeling when you leave a place, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you miss the person you are at this time and place because you’ll never be this way ever again.” – Azar... media_text
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The Pumpkin Prince In a village lived a couple. They had a son who died after a month of his birth. The disheartened couple buried... media_text
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Apart from English, I speak Nepali and Hindi. Nepali is my mother tongue and the official language of my country Nepal. Nepali is spoken and understood well throughout Nepal. It is also considered to be one of the... media_text
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It was close to the midday and tears were flowing persistently from Manorama’s cavernous eyes like spring water gushing out of tiny holes in the land. The village women were trying to pacify her, to silence her and... media_text
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I was born in a remote village in the mountainous region of western Nepal. Until I grew up as a school boy in that remoteness and learnt that a bigger world existed beyond what I could see around, my entire... media_text
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It was almost midday. The sky was clear. The timorous rays of the sun unable to give desired warmth flooded over the landscape. However, the sun was gradually showing its signs. The winter wind was getting... media_text
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While Spinoza was writing Ethics, Prashant is trying to understand the laws of thermodynamics. The first law states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed in one particular system; the second law states... media_text
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