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Teacher, I failed this chapter of Life I was nice- he said I shared I cared. I was nicer everyday. Then Teacher looked at Old Nilly and said softly- Did you read the questions? Did you write right answers? To these question, little man got mad. “I said I was good.” Came a thunderous reply “You saw I did what I could. I was better than the Rogue- Who scored, more than what he deserved he must’ve ch...

The Quiet World BY JEFFREY MCDANIEL In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I cal...

Many years ago people living in rural Nepal and some living in Nepali communities in India engaged in musical game where two singing groups engage in lyrical (couplet) interaction. We called them Juhari" (जुहारी) and "Dohori" (दोहोरी). Although "Dohori" is the more common term,it is also called "Juhari", particularly in the context of live performances or competitions. There is no specific date ma...

Kanchi Hai Kanchi- Part 1 A young woman crosses invisible border to seek freedom and hope in a new sanatorium . Clinging on to her is her toddler son and a past she cannot escape. The tale of Muglan retold, through Dohari and Jhawre songs. This time I took the liberty to introduce a historical figure into my story. Sound mixing courtesy - Pankaj Shastri BGM- Fate Believer PC- Das Studio, Darjeelin...

Dreams by Langston Hughes

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face By Jack Prelutsky As an ESL teacher teaching English to non native speakers, poems are the essence of language. Any language that be, poetry holds beauty of that language. I make this poem mine for a minute and hold these words in my mouth. I make this language mine for a minute and return it back to its owner. Xoxo

Did I tell you that I have fallen for Edna Or her words Or her art, Or just a fragment A part. Does it qualify as an inclination Or a crush. To say fallen- is defeat. To love someone Is indeed. A loss of self- To deplete. So much so that We human can only empty ourselves to a limit. To the last brink. I must confess- We come back to fill ourselves to brim. - S. Thapa

Years ago I heard a wonderful recitation of Sonnet no XVII by Tom O’Bedlam and yesterday the night sky compelled me to read this sonnet. You can hear the thunder at the background. It’s time to revive this channel

Another Reddit find

Found this poem on Reddit and absolutely fell in love with the words

“Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. “

An elegy written for his best friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died of a brain Haemorrhage at the age of 22, the poet never recovered from the loss. He immortalised the latter in his verse In Memoriam. Arthur was also engaged to Tennyson’s sister, Emilia Tennyson

“I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.” -Lord Tennyson ‘In Memoriam’ And with this, we have reached the conclusion of Tuck Shop. While opinions may differ, some may love it while others may not. Endings are always bittersweet; perhaps that's why we dread to part. Words alone cannot fully express the depth...

“... For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. ...”

They say that Indifference is the key, but I do not know how to sit in silence without love, For I’ll always be … the more loving one.,

"The Tyger" is a poem written by William Blake, published as part of his collection "Songs of Experience" in 1794. The poem consists of six quatrains, and it explores the themes of creation, destruction, and the duality of nature.

Written and Narrated by Sonia Thapa. Sound edit- Pankaj Shastri. Art by Negacy Angom. Concept part 1 by Donny Lama

I measure every Grief I meet by Emily Dickinson

Art by Lourdes Saraiva @pinterest

Happy Halloween!

A strange story to stir your grey matter into black. Thank you Pankaj for the sound mixing

I'll be a bad writer, If my words Do not resonate or ring inside your head. Don't like me, A bad writer. But love me, I do not mind if you hate.

Kehi kura Kani- Thank you @PankajShastri for the mix

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Madman