Pilgrims headed to the divided region of Kashmir get armed guards and national encouragement — if they’re Hindu. By Raksha Kumar This article was first published in Foreign Policy SRINAGAR, INDIA: An Indian Hindu pilgrim begins his trek to one of the holiest Hindu shrines at the Amarath cave … Read more →
Pop Quiz: Showkat Katju’s Glass Bead Game
Amjad Majid Q1: The above images depict which of the following? You may choose more than one answer: A. A sculpture. B. A game to pile up rocks without them falling all over the place. C. Photographs documenting an art performance. D. Contemporary photography. E. A man erecting a stone … Read more →
Apologies for Our Times and other poems
Nabina Das Apologies for Our Times Is there really time to say, sorry, we won’t long any more or is there more time for side-winking the Modis and Yogis as well as sleep? We stalk love to get pained in return each time the heart throbs — is there … Read more →
Afzal Guru’s Last Days
Indian journalist Sunetra Choudhury’s book on prison tales of India’s 13 famous persons offers the first credible account of Afzal Guru’s last three years in Tihar and his walk to the gallows. This excerpt is from Kobad Ghandy’s account, who Afzal became friends with in jail. When the Jawaharlal Nehru University … Read more →
Tattoos and Commitments
Abishake Koul I met her when she was young, She had a tattoo of a Chinar leaf, And the leaf had a bullet hole in it, Even the tattooed leaf had withered. Her voice quivered when she spoke, Of guns brushing against her body, And then she showed … Read more →
Wait, where are all the men?
Padmashri Maddala Wait: Where are all the men? Women, young and old Family, friends and relatives, All around her women bustle as, moist memories flood their blank eyes thin strands of old bonds cling on mutely. The jaded mirror on the wall stares back in turmoil, Can she wear … Read more →
Memoir and other poems
Minerva MEMOIR Loving you I’ve outloved myself. How does a desperate person love? till the point of desperation and a little more. A yawn stretched to a sigh in the corner of my eye swims a black dot. A black fairy flies to the sky and smothers it black … Read more →
For a Child of Kashmir and other poem
Saima Afreen Poem No. 1 | For a Child of Kashmir Child, Look A little paper-boat sways On violet waters Of butchered lullabies On which your mother once put A tiny tear of your dreams And a firefly from her face. Bullets pierce mouth of the molten … Read more →
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