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That Stroke of an Art

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Hello B-Nerdy Visitors,
Taste this tiny piece of a cake I am learning to bake.
"Who is your favorite singer?" Anna texted me.
Before my mind decided a particular face, I began hitting the screen with some names. As fast as I could type, I had a handful names on my fingers. As if these fingers had their own brain because my mind was surprisingly blank. Were those my favorite artist? Well, I am not so sure. I don't love every song on their album. I just savor a few. If I think of a particular song, I even don't love all of it. It's a part of it that so perfectly blends with my emotions. Does this happen to you too? You can't get over it, it's on loop for the whole time. And when you get bushed with it, some far lonely days later, it reminds you again. I love how impeccably those perfect lines hit at the exact same spot as it did earlier.
"I love all of them I listen to.." I replied.
"Still everyone has their favorite...duh!" she retorte…

Who may have Won?

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Hello B Nerdy visitors,


As he enters the ring, a wave of "Boo" echoes from the crowd.

A lean lad going on a ring against a big fat sumo, well this doesn't happen daily inside a ring. Well outside a ring, no one has ever figured out who is the lean lad or the big fatsumo. This sumo has been nourishing and preparing all his life for similar fights. No one objects a chance of sumo winning over this lean guy. Nevertheless, the lean guy has to do this. He has always waddled back his home with blue hues over his eyes. The sumo has always returned with all the cash and some proud bruises. But this is the chance for this thin guy. This maynot be the only chanceas every matchhe wrestled had "the only" tag, yet he could never win over. People in the crowd are hovering around like giant vultures. Their wrestle has nothing to do with them but somehow a sight of escalating tension and some powerful wallops gives them the thrill. The bidon the wrestlers is the accolade to the …

Don't you blame?

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Hello B-Nerdy Visitors,
At this place, where people are shouting everywhere, where all the voices screams to be heard, where all the opinions are dignified, some of us lay alone. Every action screams to get noticed, the heinous urge of getting acclaimed, being heard is inexplicable. As the day passes, no one is as concerned with the pandemic as they were earlier. Pandemic have encarved a way into our life. The new normal is not so abnormal. Had this virus been never emerge, we would still be trailing the same lane. All the difference it bought is a common blame to put on.
A common blame which we allude into a virus. People define the purpose of life to be happy and content, being surrounded by the loved ones. Locking down in house with no jobs to be done, this period evince there is a whole lot more beyond "eat, pray and love". Few months back, we craved for this. We craved for a time off, we thought we would happily lay in our couch eating and watching movies. Never did we…

A secret deal

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The phone rings. Briskly she puts her hand in pocket. "A private number" she stares at her friends who were sitting around her.

"Hello, I can arrange the thing you want. I need to make some arrangements," an unknown voice said. "Okay! Okay! I am ready to give you anything but make sure it'll be in my hands by today" she said. "But what is your name?"
"You don't need to know that. Just know, I am a dealer."


The phone hangs up. She is excited but still worried that others will snatch it away from her for it has become so precious for her lately. The other three ladies lighten up  creases on their forehead. "So are we finally getting it? We still need to remain cautious. Nothing is sure till its on our hands", suggested a cunny chubby one.
"But we need to start making  arrangements from now. Everything will be worth it once we get that bloody thing", she said being quite worried.
"Why didn't you even ask hi…

Enough is Enough

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A message tone beeps. "Let's do it. Be ready with the placards. Will pick you up. Venue : Balwatar"

His heart was pounding as he went through the lines. He hesitated as his parents were denying him and he wasn't sure if his presence would make a difference. He could hear TV from the other room "Total cases cross 4000. Insufficient VTMs affect corona virus in Nepal".
As he scrolled the Instagram, there were fearless BLM movements all over the world,  people like Maggie Doyne were sweating over everything to help those poor migrants on their way back home. If she could embrace this country as her own and be a savior to those immigrants, why couldn't he? This may have questioned allegiance to his nation. He fetched some placards, sneaked around the hallway. His parents were already against it as they feared it was too risky to go out. Every now and then he was getting out of the house for some reason. He could not hold back this time as the tyranny of the go…

Adoption - A beautiful step.

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"Alarm rings. Bunch of alarm clock synced at a single room is indeed infuriating for those six girls. Quickly they made their bed, fetched their toiletries before leaving the room. There is a long queue downstairs in front of an old toilet and Ila is busy in filling a bucket of water to bath. Today is special day for them. No one has idea, whom the day gonna turn lucky. She gets ready on her best cloth, ties her hair like her mother did when she was alive. She still has vivid memories of her mother. If only she had not thrown tantrums to get that toy across the road or the vehicle was slow enough, her mother would have never left her unlike her abusive father. She choose to hold happy memories of her. She looks as charming as she is diligent. Her friends shares similar stories of the blues. 
Today a guest is scheduled to visit them. It is the last day for one of them in that orphanage. Their sparkling eyes show how ready they are to take off to wonderland. Her heart is pounding a…

Being Personal Activist

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Hello B-Nerdy visitors,

These days with the colossal news of tragedy be it the rising Corona death toll or the racism disputes or some domestic violences or some sexist, misogynist, class discrimination. That point when I got so bushed by the nuisance. If only I could incant some magic spell and the world would be a better place to live in. But is that possible? If no, is it the reason I should move back?

Misery has always reigned over the world in one way or other. You never know what was once named a taboo is way of life today. So what's the gloom for? Well I had a moment of awakening.

What makes a world?
-Many countries

What makes a country?
- Its people.

Who are these people?
-Its us.

Who is Us?
-You and me.





So why not a baby step then. The myriad of sorrows around, those vile musings of people, those notions of racism, those hatred of misogyny, those corruption of leaders, those blind faiths of narcissist, well nothing is in my hand neither it's on yours. One thing you are undoubte…