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Gaining new perspective at “Khola 2.0: 32 cycles of life”

Gaining new perspective at “Khola 2.0: 32 cycles of life”

- by Nhunibha Shakya

Being a student of traditional Buddhist art at Aksheswar Traditional Buddhist Art College, Pulchowk, we visited an art exhibition on March 27, 2022, located at Dokaima café, Patan Dhoka, Lalitpur. The exhibition titled “Khola 2.0: 32 cycles of life”, was conducted by tulikaa.com and curated by Ujen Nordu Gurung.

Evolution of Our Body and Soul

Evolution of Our Body and Soul

- by Samir Shakya

We human beings have evolved from a single-celled organism to a complex multicellular organism, who can think about its origins. Similarly, our consciousness/ soul must have evolved alongside our body.

Paused Tears

Paused Tears

- by Sabina Thapa

Through my Thick and thin, Highs and lows. You’ve relieved me rolling down from my eyes. Be it grief or be it Joy, Be it Empathy or be it pain, You’ve comforted me with your drain.

Marriage is bliss

Marriage is bliss

- by Sailesh Chaudhary

A marriage is a promise to be with each other all our life. When we are married to someone, they not only became our responsibilities but part of our life.

The kid that did lost

The kid that did lost

- by Binesh Shrestha

The kid that did lost Once the friendly one who enjoyed company of all, now all he does is scrawl. Gulping down pints of liquor was one of the best things now he cared for and thinking about his future was one of the few things he was scared of.

Let us Request Dnieper

Let us Request Dnieper

- by Rupsingh Bhandari

The river Dnieper  Which slithers out from Valdai Russia to Ukraine  Is sleepless without knowing any reasons  As the old grandma,  Dnieper never confused by the conspiracy of the world  Now swelling with many unanswered questions

I Prefer Gray

I Prefer Gray

- by Binesh Shrestha

Not all you meet tend to stay Some are just strangers, passing along the way People seem so vivid, and I prefer gray If only one could stop reminiscing, but alas I'm not made of clay.

The Tale of the Honey Bees

The Tale of the Honey Bees

- by Aakanchhya Neupane

One day the company trailed off for the meadow to collect their business booster: beehives, bees, and their honey. This Company would never stop. One of the members, Emmet, was carefully picking off a beehive out of a tree. The bees inside felt something. The bees realized they were being taken away from their home and they quickly acted even though they couldn’t do much. Bees are small but they can annoy people very easily. The bees wouldn’t want to sting people because their stinger would be stuck but they could buzz around faster and faster to annoy people.

Bookmarked memories

Bookmarked memories

- by Shristi Maharjan

His excitement somehow sparked excitement in me every time and the next day as we went along, he would tell me stories that he knew about with much fervor, adding up the spicy twists, mimicking the sounds whenever any characters of animals got introduced in the story and even acting out few parts. The eager-to-listen me would quicken my pace to match his, sometimes even run a little not to miss out on his single word.

Faded

Faded

- by Ashish Poudel

Flowing river Standing on the sand I wanted to live a time But it vanished Like the shapes on sand by the river

I crave for you

I crave for you

- by Binesh Shrestha

With you, even the four-walled room is a different universe How the things unfold like it has been perfectly rehearsed So much blissfulness, as if anytime things can burst But seeing you leave, still feels like some curse.

Painkiller

Painkiller

- by Sangita Shrestha

What's the point of this life Living with all these Heartbreaks But I will be fine, you want to know why

Looking into my mind

Looking into my mind

- by Aayuska Shrestha

I lay in my bed at night I can't sleep, As the thought run into my mind. Thoughts about the past.

Liberation

Liberation

- by Bhoj Kumar Dhamala

Stealing into you without your notice is something charismatic and adorable proximity of the souls of ages to be submission and fawning your fortitude

When you meet my shadow

When you meet my shadow

- by Sajira Shrestha

Too afraid to raise my voice, Every time you put your hands on my flesh. Thoughts about all the people run through my mind, Every time you force your lips on mine.

Shining words

Shining words

- by Suravi Regmi

Fireflies are pictured inside the letter. The words gleam in a constellation. I capture the warmth and inscribe the narrative of the nebula and Estimate the speed of shooting stars out of intense sentiment.

Female future leaders

Female future leaders

- by Raina Agrawal

What are the challenges faced by today’s women in leadership roles? A leader has the quality to not only lead the group but also keep a constant eye on his followers so that his troops don’t slip from the track. I believe the essence and backtrack of leadership can be summed up in one word – Service.

A shock art of self-inflicting wounds

A shock art of self-inflicting wounds

- by Kripendra Amatya

Artists have been known to do crazy things to accumulate attention and few have both dedication and wisdom to conduct provocative work that can trigger discussions.

The pleasure of reading

The pleasure of reading

- by Anjita Lamichhane

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand. It is something you can always look up to. Being carried away into your own imperfectly perfect world or finding out the truths and hidden aspects of this perfectly imperfect world.