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 …
Subconscious Fear of Abduction?
Young people have taken to graves at the hands of occupation. Fifteen is an age of your firsts and I mourn their loss in an unspeakable manner and in a manner that can’t be written. While that is true, it concerns me that it is demanded of me to be inclined to some nationality while …
Flood Scare
“The rain shows no sign of stopping. You think it’ll stop tomorrow?” Their house was surrounded by water and it was not only theirs but of all the people that lived in the area. A couple stories of each house was drenched, people were stuck on top floors, roofs, balconies and just anything that’d keep …
Log: June 30th
It’s 6:55am and I’m awake, there is a person right outside our home who’s reciting the Muslim confession of faith in a broken voice. He’s not mute but he is unable to form sentences, he is unable to talk but is capable of making certain sounds that don’t necessarily mean anything but sometimes scare the …
Log: June 22
Who is the third that walks always besides you? —T.S Eliot The average attention span of a human in 2013 was eight seconds, a second less than a gold-fish and I can see how that is right. However, I’m not sure if that is all there is to it, for someone who is suffering from …