If we follow each other at Ask Mattrab, you will read this at some point. How are you?

Voices inside the head

It kills you from inside,

Haunts every night

Echoes inside the head

Like demons calling from hell.

Paint a smile

Of no joy

Keep moving

Thinking you will find what lacks behind.

Say, Hi! To your friends

Give them a smile

Yes, I’m proud of you, boy

Even it kills you from inside.

Your girlfriend left you at the edge

What a fucking disgrace!

Now you even can’t concentrate

Your study going down the drain.

R u thinking of expressing...

Since, I don't have any past experience with theatre, I want to recall one of my favorite pastime. I will take you to my childhood when I was in my village in Nepal.

In our corn field, my grandfather used to plough the land with oxes. I used to be fascinated by watching him and had great desire to plough the land. However, the oxes were too big for me to control. I wouldn't be able to even raise and move the plough that my granny...

We got this question in the examination yesterday,

"Shed some insight into the play's depiction of the chakari or trash practice; the profession is one of the most important aspects of a person's existence. You have ever noticed that some individuals do chakari or trash that is just done for a momentary benefit - be it private or public organizations, while others have faith in their knowledge, talent, and aptitudes and get name,...