During the early days of teaching one gets to come across diversity of odd but exciting moments. In a public…

A tall, sturdy fellow in oddly fitting school uniform enters my office and asks for audience. He says, “If you…

My literacy began with my being able to speak, and when what people said began to make sense to me.…

My literacy began with my being able to speak, and when what people said began to make sense to me.…

Those who have heard me sing ask at least two questions. First, “Have you brought out an album?”  Second, the…

“Why are you crooked?” It was during my short-term teaching at Kalika Secondary School, Tandi, Morang, in the spring of…

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

There is a simple condition for becoming a teacher: that you must be able to teach. It is not the…

[First published in Nelta Choutari] “Ay, sir. You must be punctual.” “I’m sorry, I was stuck on the way. A…

Long back high school teachers from my part of the country used to travel up to Janakpur to take one-year…