Shahil Magar
Walking along the dust road and thinking about the crowded empty bottles of his previous trip, Samman entered his house of cracks, followed by his paper-littered room, lay in his narrow bed, and woke up violently.
“A nightmare?” he heard someone say.
“A recurring one.”
[Mr. Magar is a twelfth grader at St. Xavier’s College, Maitighar, Kathmnadu.]