Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Testimony

soap-woar! soap-woar! soap-woar! Koap-woar! Koap-woar! Koap-woar! Hund-woar! Hund-woar! Hund-woar! It’s barely 7AM but Batmaloo bus stand has burst forth onto the day, its quotidian cacophonies...

The first attack

Clouds of odorous smoke billowed out from under the two iron channels where the shutter of Ab Jaan’s waan fit. Not presuming it to...

In the Shrine of Laurence

Masterjee, the most noble and gentle person of our hamlet used to teach students of whole village. He used to give more sermons than...

For Reading Gorky

By Stuti Govil The fridge is poorly stocked. All the vegetables are now condemned to their present state of dereliction. The scant milk gives off...

A Cockfight

Written by Amin Kamil | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig The moment Ghulam Khan entered the compound, Shah Maal got up with a...

Plotistan

If I had not been in the company Kotha-e-Aval, the First Donkey, I swear by all the horrors hidden under the dark shroud that...

Thou Art, Thou Alone Art

Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig It is now that my vision is getting clear. Not that I discern...

Women; two lives

  “Will you tell these stories in your papers?” Amala squints up at Reva’s oval face. She really looks very much like her sister Meera....

Sheer, 1961

The air was moist from yesterday’s rain and the sun rose reluctantly as if struggling for space, choked by the gushing wind. She sat...

Ebony Ruler, the Mill Smoke, Heart’s Splinter

That shriek! How penetrable the siren is! It Pierces  my heart. First shriek! Two shrieks are yet to come -the second will be louder than the...
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