THE HEMINGWAY POST

  DYING HOPES a true story By LB Thapa Kukhri ka, kukhri ka, kukhari ka, kukhari ka…… Suk Bahadur Damain’s mobile was ringing continuously. Suke was feeding grass to his cattle, and his hands were stained with cow dung. So that he did not approach to pick up his phone. “For god sake, someone picks up the phone. I am feeding grass to cattle," shouted Suke from the cowshed. His wife, Sunmaya, rushed to her husband’s coat to get the phone that was hung on the pillar of the main door. The coat had many pockets. She rummaged through most pockets, but the mobile was still blaring continuously. Finally, Sunmaya found the mobile in a small pocket of the coat. “Hello! Who is there? Who do you want to speak with?” Asked Sunmaya. “It is me, Aama. Your son Dammar”. “Where are you, my dear son? We were desperately waiting for your call. We were so worried about your wellbeing.”. “It’s all right, Aama. I have a good piece of news for you. I have already reached Russia. It was not th...

THE SON OF HAIFA LB THAPA Benjamin , after completing two years of compulsory military service in Israel, was free to live his life in his own way. Like many of his friends, he also wanted to travel, but he was not sure which country he should visit. At that time, his elder sister advised him to visit India, especially Goa, for the best holiday experience. Aziza, Benjamin’s elder sister, after completing two years of compulsory military service, continued with the Israeli Defense Force (IDF) as a professional. Benjamin was always proud of his sister, as she was extremely daring and a proud Jew.  Benjamin arrived in Goa in 2010 and explored the city, and soon he found Goa was the place he always wanted to visit. He loved Goa for everything. The natural ambiance, the city, and the friendly people of Goa won his heart right away. After spending a few months, Benjamin understood that after the US, if there is any country where Jews are welcomed, loved, and respected, then it is only ...

  THE CRUSADER A Short Story By LB Thapa Sabitri is outspoken and direct, and at times, she is even aggressive in making herself heard. Because of her straightforward nature, not only women but many men praise her vociferously. Sabitri is a crusader. She would always take the side of women and fight for their rights. However, Sabitri’s parents did not like their only daughter poking her nose into the affairs of others and landing in trouble for nothing.   "Many times I have advised you to complete your graduation; after that, you can do whatever you want to do in your life. But my advice has only fallen on your deaf ears", complained Ghanashyam irritatingly. He turned to his wife, who supported her husband and asked her daughter to stop working as a crusader anymore.   "Look, Baba", Sabitri addressed her father and said. "I cannot see injustice against a woman. It is because she is powerless and cannot fight for her rights like men. Being a woman myself, I can...

Sugam Gautam is a Pokhara-based writer and author. By Sugam Gautam The air was warm. Unlike most mornings of winter, the sun was sharp and the sky did not have a cloud in sight. Birds were chirping. The sun’s rays came through the window onto his mattress on the floor. Kale couldn't sleep anymore. He woke up, stretching his body.   Kale, aged 8, walked around his rented room with a worried expression. He had been living there with his mother after his father eloped with another woman. But there was no sign of his mother.   He walked around the room, searching. He found his red sweater, a blue jacket, and a pair of his favourite cotton pants. Apart from his clothes, he found a football that his mother bought for him last Dashain. Was a football enough to make him happy? Were those clothes enough to cover his pain of having no parents? Pokhara, one of the most expensive cities in Nepal, was a hard place to survive in.   Kale didn’t know if it was his fault his parents w...

  ONTO THE ROAD OF MY JOURNEY By Roshan Bhandari Roshan Bhandari is a Pokhara-based freelance writer . In the moments before I left for my big journey, everything was buzzing with excitement. I packed my bags carefully while saying tearful goodbyes to my family. I felt a mix of feelings. I was super excited to see new places and learn new things, but I also felt sad about leaving behind my cozy home and everything familiar.  When it was time to say goodbye, hugging my family felt heavy with emotions. We promised to keep in touch and prayed for a safe trip. But deep down, there was a heaviness in the air. My siblings could see the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling as I prepared to step into the unknown.  But once the plane took off and I looked out the window, all those worries melted away. I felt a rush of excitement, knowing I was on an adventure of a lifetime. Even though I was leaving behind the comfort of home, the possibilities seemed endless.  After I l...