Its shape was perfect. Just like it was described in poetry. It glistened like diamond when the sun teased it with a ray. It looked bright. Pure. Its glitter banished darkness. It had witnessed the moment. The moment when the doctor confirmed it...
You must’ve all heard how suddenly, out of the blue, a person walks into your life and, ZAPPPPP….! You are forever hooked! And the world you live in turns topsy turvy, the sky wears a rosy hue permanently, violins and saxophones are heard in...
Maya Anthurjanam Chapter 1 'Don't you ever go there. Next time I see you there or hear that you been near that place, I will tie you to the mango tree and give you such a trashing that you will never forget it' He roared. I squirmed in his grip...
He hated haggling with the passengers. The day was turning out to be a nightmare. Before leaving his home he had an argument with his mother over weekly groceries. While taking out his auto rickshaw he found that the side mirror was cracked. Jus...
I am in love with ghazals. I think music of this kind has a magical property. It acts like panacea for my soul. No matter what my mood is, what time of the day it is, what company I am with, what occasion it is; ghazals have a way of transportin...
‘A state of such striking natural beauty must, surely, at some period of its History have produced refined and noble people,’ writes Sir Francis Young husband in his History of Kashmir. So indeed, people here in Kashmir are grateful to the t...
We stopped speaking a month ago. Although I wanted to forget that day, I wouldn't regret what I did that day. Expressing your love to someone isn't a sin at all. After all people these days do bigger things and gets away. But, Today I had an ins...
There is a quiet chill in the air, quite unlikely for summer. The dry leaves rustle with an eerie whistle as they throw caution to the wind. The darkness is silent, expectant, unknowing. As the moon glitters above, the night is bright as day, ba...
If there is a paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this – Persian poet Jami on Kashmir I lay awake at three in the morning listening to Ahmed toss and turn. We buried our son a few weeks ago. Grief had stolen our hunger and sleep. ...
In my childhood I had the habit of going to the nearby temple and listen to the Ramayan form the cheif priest of the temple. The chief priest would read out various exhaustive texts written about the Ramayan.On day one of the listeners asked the...