As the valley grapples with medieval power cuts once again this early winter, many people have resumed old ways to ward off the bone-numbing cold. But the frequent darkness has only aggravated the already frozen turbulence in Kashmir. A downtowner doubling as street jester has a new trade tip for his Nowhatta tribe these days.…
My country still churns poetry out of mutilated migrant labourers.The skeletal remnants of a metropolitan do not stir the nationโs conscience.Death lies snuggled in the palms of my state,destruction kneaded on the cold skies.Humans lie like scattered petals on roads and roofs.Artistic stimulation for some.Ghost buildings are standing like cardboard boxes,perforated by the needles of…