Navin Shakya
citylife
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Last year around this time, our city was hit by a massive flood. It turned daily life upside down, lives were lost, homes and shops were washed away, and people struggled to get back on their feet. This year, the story is different but the impact feels the same. A riot broke out, leaving public… More on this
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Watching the EPL in Nepal hasn’t always been smooth. For years, broadcasts were handled by international channels, often with limited access. And if you were like me, sometimes stuck away from the TV, you’d be forced to go hunting for dodgy online streams. More on this
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In Nepal, the meal of dal bhat — rice with lentil soup — has long been considered a complete and nourishing food. It’s simple, satisfying, and deeply rooted in our culture. But when we take a closer look, we begin to see gaps in nutrition — especially when it comes to protein. And even more… More on this
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I recently bought a counterfeit Marshall Willen Bluetooth speaker for just $10 equivalent. To my surprise, its sound quality wasn’t all that disappointing—definitely acceptable for the price I paid. But what impressed me more was its design: the size, form factor, and aesthetics were nearly identical to the original Marshall product. More on this
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Look, we get it—in the democratic world you can speak up when you’re fed up. People have the right to protest, go on strike, and tell the government they’re not happy. It’s part of the deal, and honestly, it’s nothing new. But lately, it feels like everyone is hitting the pause button on their jobs. More on this
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A decade. It feels like yesterday the earth ripped open, forever changing Nepal. The 2015 Gorkha Earthquake wasn’t just about collapsing buildings; it tore into our society’s core, exposing deep fractures that still haven’t healed. Ten years later, you still feel the tremors – not under your feet, but in your daily life. More on this
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Almost every week, sometimes even twice, someone with a trolley speaker arrives in my neighbourhood, asking for donations to help a kidney or cancer patient—or similarly devastating illness. At first, I felt genuine sympathy for them. I’d donate whatever little I could, moved by their stories. More on this
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A couple of days ago, my niece, a ninth grader, broke down in tears—big, bitter tears—and locked herself in her room for two days. Why? Because her dad bought her a phone that wasn’t an iPhone. She didn’t care about the camera quality, gaming features, or anything else an iPhone offers. More on this
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There was a time—not too long ago—when the best sound you could hear in a neighbourhood was kids yelling, “Batti ayo!” (The lights are back!). It was a moment of collective celebration because electricity had finally returned after long hours of darkness. For years, power cuts weren’t just an inconvenience—they shaped our entire lives. More on this