Love Poem About Pork Barbecue

I love the way my hands feel right As the pieces of you squeeze through my fingers When I spread all the niceties of the spices and herbs and chilli flakes that makes the harmony reverb. The recipe comes down like a song; a poem; a ray of light As I marinate you overnight.   Under […]

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The first time

Eyes welled up. Goosebumps through my spine. Concussion like feeling like someone banging in the back of my brain with a fuckin sledgehammer. That was the first time I tasted Wasabi.

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यति सानो काठमाडौँ मा

यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, को कहाँ नै हराउँछ र यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, खोज्ने फुर्सद कल्लाई यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, ठुला ठुला बनाउ घर यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, साना महल जलाई यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, बस्ने कोठा खाली छैन यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, सधै “फ्ल्याट भाडामा” यति सानो काठमाडौँमा, को नै नजिक भयो र यति कालो काठमाडौँमा आफ्नै छाया भन्दा टाढा […]

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