Gorkhaland



The bullet didn’t kill me…

The Bullet didn’t kill me, My dreams and dignity did. A revolution was blooming, On the face of the folded bread inside my left pocket….


हाम्रो बिडम्बना

दार्जिलिङमा लौ कस्तो क्रान्ति आयो! नयाँ सभ्यता र संस्कृतिको आँधी ल्यायो। यो रीतिथितिको र संस्कृतिको बेडा थाम्ने ठिका चाहि हामी पहाडबासीले मात्र पायौं? पछाडिएको गुनासो…


We Remember

We remember – Two rotis quickly wrapped in an old newspaper, water filled in a half-litre plastic bottle. Their hearts filled with hopes, dreams and…