Ghulam Mohammad Khan I am Desolation. I am the unauthored text, a narrative in search of a scribe to inscribe my meaning upon the world. I am a chameleonic resonance, assuming myriad shapes and hues. I am the breath on the windowpane of a lonely room, the hollow echo in … Read more →
Fragmented Geographies / Fragmented Selves
Madiha Tariq Srinagar runs in every memory that burns and cools and burns again. My home is an outline traced in memory, a door that swings open in dreams but refuses to appear in waking life. It is where, betrayed by the cruelty of all which is not home, something … Read more →