Category: Narratives

I failed in grade one. It was in 2035-2036 BS. I failed without understanding what it meant to fail or pass. The failure itself was so ephemeral and so vulnerable…

A tall, sturdy fellow in oddly fitting school uniform enters my office and asks for audience. He says, “If you don’t mind, Mr. Kafle, may I ask you a favor?”…

During the early days of teaching one gets to come across diversity of odd but exciting moments. In a public school, the challenge comes from below, from the students. Not…

My literacy began with my being able to speak, and when what people said began to make sense to me. And it began with listening verses from Mahabharata and Ramayana.…

My literacy began with my being able to speak, and when what people said began to make sense to me. And it began with listening verses from Mahabharata and Ramayana.…

Those who have heard me sing ask at least two questions. First, “Have you brought out an album?”  Second, the same question with a ‘Why’ and a ‘not’.  “Not thought…

“Why are you crooked?” It was during my short-term teaching at Kalika Secondary School, Tandi, Morang, in the spring of 1993. A ‘first boy’ of my time, I was allowed/asked…

My ancestors are supposed to have migrated to the eastern part of Nepal from some village of Dolakha district. I have a a problem of tracing the genealogy because of…

There is a simple condition for becoming a teacher: that you must be able to teach. It is not the question of having high intelligence, but of being able to…

[First published in Nelta Choutari] “Ay, sir. You must be punctual.” “I’m sorry, I was stuck on the way. A public bus is sometimes ridiculous, you know. And I come…

Long back high school teachers from my part of the country used to travel up to Janakpur to take one-year B. Ed. examinations.  I would wonder at their stories of …