In a far off land, there was a king named Madhukar. He had seven brothers. All of them used to go on hunting always. As they set off for hunting, they used to come to a resting place (chautari) near...
Amma Raj JOSHI (poet, fiction/nonfiction writer, essayist; Nepal) has published books including a collection of short stories, A Night’s Drama, a collection of poetry, Man and River, two volumes of critical essays on art and literature, Reflections on Nature, Culture and Literature, and Deuda Songs: Poetry and Performance, a book on writing, Writing Skills for All, and many research articles. Around 20 of his poems have appeared in the journal Of Nepalese Clay. He is currently the Head of the Central Department of English, Tribhuvan University, Nepal.
In a far off land, there was a king named Madhukar. He had seven brothers. All of them used to go on hunting always. As they set off for hunting, they used to come to a resting place (chautari) near... 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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On a stage Audience... media_text
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Lango was born in the low land plains, an extremely hot locality. After his birth, his mother left him. He was, therefore, brought up by his grandmother. He was a very difficulty baby to be... 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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The northern Himalayan districts of Bajhang and Darchula in far western Nepal bordering Tibet still have rich oral traditions that tell fascinating tales about human life and death, happiness and sadness, love and... 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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My hands are two little antennas My heart pounds and heaves 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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Anamol finally makes it. After six months of relentless search for a suitable job, he gets the position of chief administrative officer at Banepa IT Park—a state owned software production organization. He is... 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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