The cold nights of Poush have a distinct sense of dread to them. Every year, this time around, I find it difficult to breathe in the sharp air; the air poses no warmth whatsoever and as it passes through my lungs I quiver. Mornings, I feel strangely depressed, finding it difficult to leave the…
“A thousand words won’t bring you back;
I know because I’ve tried.
Neither will a thousand tears;
I know because I’ve cried.”
-Kily Dunbar
He walked past me. I still remember the smell of his cologne, that strong manly odor always gives me butterflies. He walked with a hand in the pocket…
By: Bibek Adhikari (@bibek_writes)
By: Ankit Shrestha