The way Nepal is

All religion are same........ the amalgamation of
religions at Pashupatinath Temple

Words/photo: Anup Joshi

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Historic Bhaktapur

"Bhaktapur alleys always led to some beautiful stories".

Words/photo: Shweta Shakya

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Evaporation of life

Our life is like the glacier of high Himalayas . We
melt , burst and rush into fast running river ,
reach ocean and meditate silence for some
period of time until we evaporate to turn into
clouds and again the cycle starts. well, it is sad
to say that some of us do not reach to the
ocean and evaporate somewhere in the mid way

Words/photo: Anup Joshi

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The pigeon's tale

Koteshwor, Kathmandu
I never thought I would end up capturing a
confused pigeon with my god forsaken camera. I
couldn't help, it was just sitting there. It was
brave enough to not be bothered by me and that
is what caught my attention.
Sometimes bravery is mother of foolishness. Not
that I planned to imprison the bird. I was
wondering why it was unshaken. And then I was
hit by this realization, "It was scanning for
water." I used to be sarcastic about global
warming but slowly it is taking toll on earth and
you can see how Kathmandu is burning.
The world for me is like Game of Throne's plot.
The world is so busy with its own version of
contrived politics and skewed economical theory
that nobody is paying attention to the fact that
the Winter is coming. They are oblivious about
the sufferings we are going to face.
But who cares about a thirsty bird?

Words/photo: Aayush Ghimire

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उदार नेपाली

नेपालका मान्छेहरु अचम्मका हुन्छन।
भुकम्पमा सबै ध्वस्त भएपनि सहयोगि गर्नबाट पछि हट्दैनन।
एकैछिन कुरा गरेपछिनै अाफ्नै जस्तो गर्छन र भन्छन,"बाबु अरु
त सबै भुकम्पले लग्यो तर अलिकति अालु छ। थोरै भएपनि लग्नु
न।"

Words/photo: Prabin Thapaliya

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Wanderlust

Music is what journey desires.
On My Way to Kathmandu from Sindhuli
I like to travel long distances. I am the guy who
sits on the last seat of the micro and wishes that
it never stopped. I cannot explain the magic in
staring out of the window and contemplating
while your thoughts dance with the music of the
wind.
There are people who cannot survive without
earphones. I am one of them.
It's like playing hide & seek with your miseries
while the passing trees and houses narrate you
their stories. The idea of losing myself to the
best music of Mozart and friends while the
highway is offering you heaven in pieces like
your favorite cupcake, it is my idea of heaven.
This is B.P. Koirala highway, it breathes. The
idea of heaven on earth has come to life.

-Aayush

The beauty of uncertainity

It was a normal Friday and I was bored, nothing

much to do and no electricity as well . Sitting in

the room was getting too monotonous. I started

to gaze out of the window. It was partly sunny

and wind blowing. At a distance I could see

some Buddhist prayer flags dancing along the

wind, it made me startled and I continued

watching for a while. Then I got up and decided

to walk around for a while. With my headphones

on and wearing a loose t-shirt and a short I

started to walk around Anamnagar.

As I began my walk it felt beautiful, the wind in

my face, a bit of long hair of mine being blown

and Linkin park in my ears. As I continued, it

turned to be too sunny out of nowhere. Now I

was in dilemma regarding whether to turn back

or march ahead .Coincidently a tempo came by

and luckily it had seats.so I continued on, seeing

the places from back of the tempo since it was

almost empty. Now uglyz started to bring maya

in my ears and I was passing by

Bhrikutimandap…the garbage smell made my

nose twitch. The trees and falling leaves on the

street on its shade near the tourism ministry

made me feel better. I smiled.

Now the tempo was heading towards Kathmandu

mall. The striking rays had been a bit gracious

and soft. Watching the vehicles,smokes, the big

Tudhikhel ,marbled sahid gate and people, the

journey continued in the safa tempo. I was blank

but don’t know why was feeling good. The tempo

reached Kathmandu mall and stopped amongst

the crowd of other safa tempos, I got down

handed the fair to the lady driver and stood in

front of mall, wind started to blow once again

and sun became faint.

Bought a bottle of water and sat in the stairs of

mall for a while shuffling through songs and

checking the fb. After half and hour I walked in

and looked here and there. Few stuffs were cool

and got my eyes but hadn’t carried enough

money. Saw a pretty girl in shop felt like

watching her for a while but avoided neither

could get in to look her because it was ladies

shop. Smiled again, now parelima played in my

ears by 1974 AD and I laughed alone. It was

almost 3:30 pm and I felt hungry. I left the mall

and headed towards sundhara of course for the

momos.

People were beginning to gather around the area

as it was beginning of the evening market

though it wasn’t crowded. With few push and

bangs I reached the place and asked for a plate

of momo, ate it looking at the dark sky which

was almost bright when I entered the mall. The

tummy was more than happy. After that I began

walking towards Basantpur .Now bob Dylan was

speaking to my ears saying answer Is blowing in

the wind and it kind of felt magical. Dark sky,

soft wind and of course blowing dust. I reached

there, started to climb the stairs of the big

monument in the centre of Basantapur and sat

there facing Hanuman Dhoka .I called a friend to

come over.

As I began to glare around lot of things came in

my mind. I was full of energy. My eyes caught a

pigeon on the roof of well-crafted monument

across mine. They were many of them but it was

alone, it rarely was moving. I felt exactly same at

that moment .The pigeon was me.I was in a

country which is so well crafted and trying to

break through but not able, just barely moving

and all alone. I was hoping when it will fly and

then saw a foreigner taking its picture .I thought

she came all way long for this and I being here

rarely do what she was doing. I smiled again

looking at the pigeon thinking I did great today, I

lived the city being alive.

Suddenly drops of pears started to fall from

gloomy sky and the pigeon flew, got mixed to its

crowd .I felt happy and laughed .Seeing

Basantapur in rain is mesmerizing and feeling it

in your hands and standing at top feels like being

on top of the world of art, history and joy .Being

there feels peace and seeing the pigeon fly gave

a glimpse of me flying, surely someday. Then my

friend arrived a bit drenched. We chatted for a

while and as the rain got low, we rode off amidst

the uncertainty ahead but with the smell of rain

and the beauty of the city around.

Words: Sanket Sapkota

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