Author: Vinaya Ghimire

  • Valentine’s Day Poems

    The Flames in the Heart Their weapons drawn Fallow, yet gleaming, The Knights of love Search the streets Of passion: each looking For his lady elite To douse the flames of their heat Carried through the travails Of conquests past Seeking fresh pastures Of flourishing pleasure Dressed in silken robes Like the nobility treasure To…

  • You and I: A Journey into the Self

    Well, it is not that easy to describe “I.” Who is this I? What is this I? Similarly, You is also an obscure persona. However, the only thing that is clear is I is not You, and you is not I. When I am referring to “I,” I mean I, me and myself. When I…

  • Flash Fiction: Suicide Note

    Rain! Oh, it’s raining. Rafik…Rooja…Fatima…where are you Fatima? When will the super be ready, what’s cooking in. Will you get me a cup of tea? Fatima, get me a cup of tea, did you hear what I said. Fatima speaks from a distance. Why…I’m busy in the kitchen. Rooja, go and see your father what’s…

  • Flash Fiction: Samsara

    So, you don’t love me, you don’t want to reciprocate my feelings! That’s right baby, your hate is killing me. But listen baby, listen, every time you kill me, I’ll rise again, like the phoenix from the ashes. The old will die and new will resurrect. Do you believe in Karma, do you believe in…

  • Flash Fiction: Love and Marriage

    Time after time, you get confused about facts and fictions. You cannot distinguish between illusion and reality. You are haunted by the city, by the people, and by the world around. You close your inner world and open your eyes. You see a feeding cup on your husband’s hand. No, no, you don’t want to…

  • Flash Fiction: Everest Calling

    The kids were loitering on the street. Their songs tried to penetrate the ethereal music from the shops that sold anything from Thanka-paintings to incense, spices, tea, coffee, Khukuri-knives, DVDs, books, and pot. They stopped at the square and raised their heads to see the man before them. The European was ill at ease. He…

  • Flash Fiction: The Everest Season

    “We had a good time in the Himalayas,” he said. “Poor me, I missed the chance,” she said. Tears welled in her eyes. They were speaking Italian and the girl looked just like straight from Milan’s runway – sexy, skimpy, tall, pale, anorexic; only that her face was little rugged. People were obsessed with mountains,…

  • Flash Fiction: Ctrl+Alt+Love

    In the cyber space, a girl meets a boy, and the boy meets the girl. They send messages, they reply messages. Ask me what they write, I will tell you everything. Boy:  Thanks for accepting my friendship, you look nice. Girl: D Boy: Why don’t you go online? Do boys bother you? P Girl: Will…

  • Flash Fiction: Pixelated Passion

    Actually, they did not meet on a dating site.  However, they were building a relationship in the virtual world. Here is an excerpt from the middle of the conversation. He: So, I’m talking with Greek Goddess! She: Aha! Thanks! He: I picture you as a Venus! She: Oho… He: Do you often chat with strangers?…

  • Flash Fiction: The Drunken Poet

    “Give me some beautiful lines, make me feel good, make me feel special,” she said. “Every night….I see you…I feel you,” he smiled at himself. “Sorry about the burrowed lines.” “Burrowed?”  she asked. “From where you borrowed that one? I mean not where, from whom?” “From a song by Celine Dion,” he replied. “Oh…you are…