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