Harud (autumn), rud’d jarri (sheets of rain) and the coy advances of wand’e (winter), all put together, make Kashmir (a blessed home)...
In the story we intently listen to a cafeteria manager, in a besieged University in Srinagar, the summer capital of the valley, who is...
In our home, they once talked about a man who is now long dead. I had never seen him before. He was...
I) No glitter in the eyes behind pane of the battered window, The consternation of my heart breaks a saucer...
It is morning in late summer. The rain pours down, unceasing. The water accumulated in the puddles ripple delicately. From the window...
Azaan Shah’s photograph ‘Dangerous Girl’ is evocative. It’s a simple, but fluent composition. I look at it and I smile. It reminds...
It’s been many years of wanderings and misadventures for Pakistan cricket. In Kashmir, and similarly in Pakistan, people see modern-day pakistan cricket...
The country that they ask to forget its name, It exists in the thought, That always comes to a mad poet,...