Thereโs a strange dynamic to the architecture of hotels in Kashmir that have existed during these times of siege since the last few decades. Today, as I walked through the barbed wires boldly glistening in the faint sunlight of an unbecoming winter, I noticed that most of them, or least of all the ones I…
I donโt dream aboutthe divine spirits of revolutionabout ghosts in the shapesof struggles, protestsand fightsblood and bombs. I donโt dream abouta place whererain is born to weave the rainbowswhere from there is no exileno head is bowedno sinsno sorrow. where every griefeach sufferingin silencemake up slogans. Azadi. Azadi. Azadi I donโt dream aboutan isolated, lonely…
Salik In creating a world of shared love, a veil of ignorance and distance have often created imaginative realities that have separated us by creating fears and misinformation about one another. A kid in some corner of the world grows up believing that, whites are white because they ran away before God finished making them,…
New Delhi: Mirza Waheed speaks the way he writes: with care. Ask this Kashmiri novelist a question, he looks a tad flustered. He averts his eyes, fidgets with his fingers and weighs his words before he finally answers the query. I spend time writing my sentences, I donโt want to hurry. And I am not a…