The other day I saw news of a 14-year-old publishing successful books over a virtual platform and by the looks of the covers that the books portrayed, the fonts, and the design gave me the impression that the books she wrote held considerable position given it was such a highlight. Throughout the world, unlike us, …
Category Archives: Prose
Quarantine #3
Saturday, March 21. Listen, the world is not ending anytime soon, while you sit by and watch the rain fall tirelessly into the depths of empty streets, strangely you’ll feel at ease. This isolation should be imposed on people regardless of the state the world is in. I feel maybe like me, some might feel …
Quarantine Letter #2
Dear friend, The days are getting longer as the sun learns to bridge the distance between itself and the Earth. The sunlight has its way of becoming warmer and there are no sunflowers in this place. I don’t see you waking up like your usual self if I’m being honest, your hair is dry like …
Log 14th July 2019
Kashmir has been uneventful as ever lately. The summer isn’t going to stay long and before it even began, it rained pretty often for the month of June. Every now and then there are subtle showers that intermingle with the sunlight, their presence concealed as they hit the baking hot surface of concrete, or soil. I …
Log 2nd April; Tuesday
Log April 2 The idea is to live through this and don’t let it feel like a denial in the end. The idea is to exhaust ourselves and realize that we were never too far or too close to something ideal or recuperative. The idea is to sweep it under the rug and call it …
Log March 31st— Sunday
Yesterdays’s sky was the most blue. It was a perfect Sunday. However, I had to leave to meet a friend, Faiz. I met him before I left for Delhi; there was never a right time to meet him after I came back. I have been going to college for three weeks now and I’m already …
Stockpile of Sadness: A Review of Pain(t) by Haiqa Nowsheen
Ubair Fayaz Fazili, a debutante in the field of poetry hails from a remote village of Kashmir, that naturally calls for peace and serenity in his words. Yet he is too busy fighting his battles with the idea of death, of pain and suffering. Fazili, is not only a poet but a painter who carries …
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Log 23rd March
I’m beginning to understand why people like a written record of their histories, beginning to learn that there are just about enough ways to be remembered but just about enough ways to be forgotten. People like me, or you who are busy in their minds making phrases are more aware of what is happening than …
Agrasen Ki Baoli
As you step into the premises, to your right side, you’ll see a set of marble slates propped up on concrete that contain a small document on the history of Agrasen Ki Baoli. ‘Baoli’ means a step-well ad that is the foremost thing about this structure. It was built as a storage facility to counter …
Log 29 December 2018
I can’t tell Kashmir and Delhi apart anymore, the days that I live here are inverted and sincerely. Not that I’ve been living here for a long time but I’m pretty sure that it has to do with the cloud both places seems to be caught up in it. There is one striking characteristic about …