- Sushant Thapa
- August 20, 2021
An Outlaw Poet | Flash Fiction | Sushant Thapa
“An Outlaw Poet” was written in front of Mr. Karki’s house. This was the sign on the entrance gate of
“An Outlaw Poet” was written in front of Mr. Karki’s house. This was the sign on the entrance gate of
Professor Murod Ikromovich looked fast at his watches, then corrected his glasses, bent from one side, and looked at the
जीवनको उत्तरार्धमा अन्तिम सासहरु गनिरहेका अनुभव शाही मृत्युशैयामा पल्टिएर आफ्नो जीवन केलाइरहेका छन्। “म कि लेख बन्छु कि लेखक।” यहि
It was a pleasant summer afternoon when I was returning from my school. It was probably Friday. I was joyous
त्यहाँ एउटा शरिर थियो। लम्पसार परिरहेको। अधुरो कथाको भौतिक पात्र। वरिपरि केही प्रहरी डोरी खोल्दै थिए। कोहि केरकार गर्दै थिए।
Every Tuesday, there used to be a lot of crowd in front of Pandit Raghunath Panigrahi’s house. People from every
Story by SHERZOD ARTIKOV Suddenly I woke up. It was morning. Someone was calling me in a loud voice that
In the small village of Sonapur, Nawalparasi used to live a happy family. Hari and Meena were a very loving
पस्चिमी आकाश गुलाबी हुँदै थियो। म कानमा इयरफोन लगाएर डुल्दै थिएँ। कानमा बजेको गीत सुन्दा वाक्क लागेर आयो। “धेरै भयो