Are we alive to walk by time in years as the uncertain life and death clock ticks by? Are we alive to stare at the reflection in the mirror shadowed by conscious and unconscious sighs? Are we alive to create a transcending history with each of our personal stories?

When I see a red rose in the garden, I realize that there is a perfect combination between the red color and its mesmerizing fragrance. Like it or not, but I keep questioning myself: What does beauty actually mean?

KATHMANDU, Nov 28: CPN-UML chairperson KP Sharma Oli has said that Prime Minister Sher Bahadur Deuba should give clarification over the term ‘Madhesh as separate state’ used by Rastriya Janata Party Nepal (RJPN) mentioned in their election manifesto.

I am Arpana (name changed), a 17 year old girl studying in Grade eight in a public school in Kathmandu. I was born in an economically poor family of a marginalized community in a remote area of Nepal. My story started when my father left my mother and got married to another woman. At that time, I was three and my brother, Arpan, was two. My mother also got married to another man in the same year and left us with our grandparents in the village. We were completely unaware about the incident at that time and we faced further misery in our life because of the absence of both of our parents.