The Djinn Who Fell From The Walnut Tree
By Shabir Ahmad Mir
Up in the north, deep in the mountains, a two days trek on foot or a day’s on a mule back...
Road to Drung
Aijaz Ganai
Drung, a picturesque tourist attraction under the mighty shadow of Afarvat Mountain and in the lap of Gulmarg, is dying; yes dying, even...
Connecting People to Nature: A Nature’s call
Mohd Hanief Ganie | Walkul Lolab
When you wake up early in the morning,go outdoors,into nature,to appreciate its beauty and it’s importance,and to take forward...
The world outside
by Younis Kaloo
Five-month pregnant Rashida crossed the road and sat on the concrete step of a shop owned by a prominent businessman of the locality,...
The Child Bookseller
by Younis Kaloo
Near the marble-topped stairs of a metro station in Delhi, 10 year-old Gaurav sets his makeshift stall in the early morning. With...
Crack Down
by Shabir Ahmad Mir
In the mirror, he could see the calendar hanging from the wall behind him. He could even see the hole besides...
Keeping the Coffin Steady
By Younis Kaloo
Srinagar
Whenever one of us was happy, we would jump on each other’s back in sheer enthusiasm, press one face against the...
Standing amid Smoke
By Younis Kaloo
“It is my turn, Rehet Mouj’i.”
“No, no, it is mine. Give me first, Rehet Mouj’i.”
“I have enough for all of you. Have...
By The Banks Of Dal…
By Shabir Ahmad Mir
On the bulge of Amira Kadal, I stare at the fish in their basket, murmuring between themselves about their estrangement from...
An encounter with a Scarecrow
By Shabir Ahmad Mir
The encounter started at 8:13 p.m.
How can I be so precise ?
Or better still, how does one determine when exactly an...
That Young Boy…
By Tasavur Mushtaq
Sleep eludes me from last many nights. Even after hectic days, the evenings are long. Nights are blank. I changed place but...
Heavenly Shaista
Saima Rashid
I had a dream. Last night. Well, you might ask, what’s new in that? We all dream almost every night, right? But no,...
The ‘Possessed’ Friend
By Nadeem Shah
Standing outside the black-painted gate of this three-storey house in Srinagar’s volatile Maisuma locality, Junaid moves his hand towards the doorbell. He...
The Wrong Roll Number
By Nadeem Shah
In the uptown Srinagar’s Gonikhan area, Syethe – a neighbourhood bully sat on a shop front in a melancholic state. It was...
When Dreams Die
By Saima Rashid
It is raining smoothly outside. The tapping on rooftop is invigorating a strange sense of resemblance in her. Who sits standstill in...