The Collector
A cat. All white. She lounges on an ornate pillow, her tail flicking carelessly back and forth, green eyes half open. She bats at the carpet for her own amusement and then stands and stretches.
The Chronicles of Juddha Shumsher
She knew. Three years after Juddha Shamsher’s rani found out that the child she had loved and nurtured as her own wasn’t hers, she put on her favorite dhoti and went to visit Shaligram.
Death of a Fire
The stout man asked her if she wanted to name their newborn son Baburam Bhattarai, and she replied no, no she possibly couldn’t, because she did not want her son to carry the legacy of a man who turned to ashes in a fire that he lit himself but could not control. When she saw that tears had formed in the man’s eyes, she looked into them to see a flame that was burning down his insides.
Worms; Or, Why White People Don’t Know How to Talk About Race
"White privilege is the pathetic squeak of indignation that comes when someone suggests that something is not about us," Zoe Patterson writes in this new essay.
Why Write About Food?
“Vamika, you’re such a good writer — what are you doing writing about sandwiches and quiches?”This is a valid question. Why am I not using my slightly-above-average literary prowess to discuss heftier dilemmas, like campus issues or feminism or, even ... politics?
Bhupi's Dream: What is World Literature?
"It was the German writer Goethe who coined the term Weltliteratur, but it is the Nepali poet Bhupi Sherchan who compelled me to consider, seriously, the idea of world literature..." writes Chiran Raj Pandey.