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  The sadhu who showed the country the truth By Chhabi Subedi “Vijayi” Once, in a very beautiful country, there lived a king who had only one son. Everyone in the kingdom knew that the prince had fallen into the wrong company and had developed many bad habits. The king had little faith that his son would ever rule the country properly. Moreover, the king had grown quite old. He therefore began thinking about giving up the throne, retreating to the forest, and spending the rest of his life in meditation and penance.   Before doing so, however, he wanted to make sure that the people of his kingdom would be happy and prosperous under his son’s rule. He could not stop worrying about the future of his people. He had even decided to distribute his personal wealth among the people for the development of the country.   One night, after thinking deeply about the matter, the king came up with an idea. He summoned his Finance Minister and gave him an order. “Minister, prepare a li...

 When will father return? By Chhabi Subedi "Vijayi" Long ago, in a remote hilly region, there was a beautiful village. All the villagers were extremely poor. Dense forests surrounded the area. From the village, magnificent snow-capped mountains and lush green hills could be seen. However, there was neither drinking water nor electricity in the village. Life was very difficult for the poor farmers. Since there was no school in the village, children had to walk to another village for their education. There was no bridge across the Kali Gandaki River, so people had to cross it using a traditional ropeway. In that village lived a woman named Pramila with her family. The crops from their fields were not enough to feed the family even for three months. She was pregnant for the third time. Three months after conceiving, her husband died. While carrying a sick villager across the ropeway to take him for medical treatment, he fell into the river and was swept away. Time passed. Pramil...

Image: ChatGPT/Concept: LB Thapa Ba’s Pension, a short story By  LB Thapa This story takes us back to a time when the world seemed to stop without warning. The relentless coronavirus continued its rampage, casting a shadow of fear across the globe. No one felt beyond its reach, and people everywhere were forced to live in constant anxiety, doubt, and uncertainty.   Bhim Bahadur’s family lives in downtown Pokhara, and they too are not spared from the looming threat. Under government orders, they remain confined by lockdown, and with each passing day, life grows harder.   Bhim Bahadur, a retired Indian Army pensioner, had turned seventy just two months earlier. Yet no one in the family cared enough to celebrate his birthday—or even to wish him well.   Bhim Bahadur lives with his son. About five years ago, his wife, Kanchhi Maya, fell gravely ill and passed away. Her death shattered him, leaving him broken and adrift in grief. After she was gone, there was no on...

Image:ChatGPT/Concept:LB Thapa   The cool air By Chhabi Subedi In the beautiful town of Pokhara, nestled beside the serene Phewa Lake and surrounded by majestic mountains, lived an elderly widow named Dropati and her only son, Ramesh. Life had not always been easy for them, but they shared a bond stronger than any hardship.   When Ramesh was a child, his father passed away unexpectedly. From that day onward, Dropati devoted her entire life to raising her son. She worked tirelessly, sometimes sewing clothes for neighbors, sometimes helping in small farms, and sometimes selling vegetables in the local market. Every sacrifice she made had only one purpose—to give Ramesh a better future.   Years passed, and Ramesh grew into a hardworking and respectful young man. He completed his studies and found a decent job in Pokhara. The small family lived happily in their modest house. Every evening, mother and son would sit together on the veranda, sharing tea and stories while...

Photo: Edwin Mijares   A SHORT STORY The cold sand of the Seti River By LB Thapa Preeti avoided the guard’s watchful gaze and quietly slipped past the tightly stretched barbed-wire fence behind Pokhara Stadium. The area had been declared off-limits after the devastating earthquake of April 2015 left deep fissures along the banks of the Seti River—fissures that had already claimed the lives of many domestic animals. To prevent further tragedies, authorities had erected a strong fence around the most dangerous sections.   Carefully making her way through tall grass and treacherous cracks in the ground, Preeti climbed onto a large boulder overlooking the river. From there, she had a clear view of the Seti far below, where foaming white water rushed through a narrow rocky gorge.   She glanced around to ensure no one had seen her. The dense bushes and towering grass concealed her from passersby near the stadium. Satisfied that she was alone, she sat on the boulder and stared...

Image:ChatGPT/Concept:LB Thapa   The glamour, a short story By LB Thapa The acting bug had stung Diwakar when he was in his early teens. After completing his +2 education, Diwakar decided to pursue his dream. His dream was to become a popular cinema star in Nepali cinema. But his parents were against his idea. They told him that he should take up acting as a pastime hobby but not as a career. Captain Padam Bahadur, Diwakar’s father, had already made it clear that he should complete a master’s degree and a PhD before joining a college in Palpa. Outwardly, Diwakar agreed with his father, but deep down in his heart, he sincerely apologized to his father for not being able to fulfill his dream.  Diwakar was sent to Kathmandu for higher education, where he rented an apartment at Jawlakhel. After getting admission to a college, Diwakar gave all his attention to making a career in the field of cinema. He started visiting different filmmakers, directors, and producers and asking t...