http://sandip-the-thinker.blogspot.com Currently reading: The kite runner (Khaled Hosseini) I cannot smell the earth even after the rain drenched it deep to the skin. May be the sun set ablaze the fragrance. The generous sky poured water as a reward to the persevering earth which resisted the scorching sun all the day. In my old house […]
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I am dead
I lay there stretched and calm as the cockroaches nimble around my body. I didn’t know if my mirror had lied me all these years or I have had a chronic problem with my eye-sight. I have hated cockroaches, they arouse filth in me, I want to drown them in my stinky vomit, squeeze them out of their juices. But there I like calm, my eyes closed.
Plan spoilt
The unrelenting rain shed water to all our plans today. Me and one of my friends had planned to sneak to the club while others will be busy playing cards and feasting on the eve of the last day of the fiscal year.
एउटा कविताको सम्झनामा
आज अलि हतारमा घर आँए। कुराहरु मनमा खेलिरहेका थिए, पोखिने आतुरीका साथ त्यो भन्दा हतार सायद मलाई थियो, ति कुराहरु बिलाएर जानु भन्दा अघि तिनलाई कतै खन्याउने। एउटा केटौले चञ्चलपन हावी भएको थियो सायद वा २६ वर्षको उमेर केटौले उमेरनै हो। सदा झैं म आएको थाहा पाउने बित्तिकै साने (मेरो कुकुर) दौडिएर तल मुल ढोकैमा […]