Monday, January 21, 2019

The confessions of an Indian beef-eater

That those eat now, who never ate before, And those who always ate, now eat the more. Beef or buff, Cow or bull, was never political...

Meeting A Counterinsurgency Officer

By Farah Bashir In the course of the last ten years, that I have been away from home, I have met many people from various...

A Football From Kashmir

It was a bright summer day; a fairly warm Monday could also be said. Wearing my black tie and white shirt, I ran past...

A tourist in Kashmir

A tourist’s apathy and Kashmir’s reality run in close parallels. Any preliminary research for traveling to the troubled territory will tell you the land...

Letter from Cambodia

When I decided for myself that "Live your dreams" would be the motto for my life I had no idea where my journey would...

From Kashmir to Manhattan

Our teacher was very angry that day. “Mye ha basaan, yemis chhu zehryah garyi gaes cylinder moklyomut (I think her household has run out...

RAP

By Mehraj Dar I’ve a right I’ve a choice I’ve a reason I’ve a voice I cried & screamed They deaf & blind I’m Kashmir My soil is drenched Colour is red I was...

My Winters in Kashmir

It has started snowing in the beautiful valleys of Kashmir.  In Srinagar, the capital, people must have been joyous of the breaking of cold....

Ather Zia: Why I write?

I think I write simply to be; as an affirmation of my witness. Period.   Ather Zia is a journalist turned anthropologist. She is currently finishing...

I’m a pelukis

I'm a painter, pelukis, as Malays say in Malaysian. I recently moved to Malaysia, though I have lived in Italy and France for the last...