That Poor Grandma Maid
Every morning she came to my room almost at the same time. Sometimes on and off, five to ten minutes. Otherwise, eleven o’clock was her available time. I usually kept … Read More
Author: Parshu Shrestha
Toilet: A True Story of Shame
It was Thankot, the gateway pass into Kathmandu Valley, as far as I remember. I was entering the valley for the first time in my life. Except knowing a little … Read More
The Lost Glasses
I suddenly lost my glasses one day. I knew they were sitting on my nose hooking up on my both ears until just a while ago. Suddenly they disappeared, and … Read More
Aji, The Grandma Died a Penniless Death
During last summer, I always found Aji, meaning grandma in the Newari language, under the shade of a house on the pavement. She would be either smoking ‘Bidi’, a kind … Read More