Thupten arrived at the Kathmandu airport, grabbed his duffle bag from the conveyor belt and walked right past the security check. There was a huddle of people waiting to put
Every day from midnight to sunrise, the fat sergeant sits behind the sandbags, holds a pen and complains. The skinny constable stands at the barricade with a T-56, a torch
Disha hadn't walked out of the house in anger, she never did. She waited until some time had passed, wrapped her sari around herself neatly, pulled her hair
He wanted me … it was obvious the second he appeared on the steps. His eyes were on my body, left right centre, and then he looked straight at me, like
Mr Krishnan was a senior officer of the government. Everything about him testified to this fact. He was neat and tidy. He was meticulous and organised. He was careful with
Although I'm a veteran paralegal and have seen all kinds of people neck deep in circumstances, certain faces still make me curious. On February last year, a mountaineer
