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Short Story

This section carries short fiction or non-fiction stories. It gives an opportunity to youth to showcase their talent.

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...

“The Ghost”

“Jaana, Beloved, you should not stoop low in life after my departure. Remember always that hope sustains people. When I was a young boy,...

Restless Soul of Javaid

“My father could not trace me. My sisters could not locate me. They were only crying aloud with pitiable voices, ‘Javaid, where are you?...

When Two Families Die

"The two families are again together after two months, but this time for the last time; never to meet again or always to be...

Why Bhushan Lal Froze?

By Ghulam Nabi Shahid Another bang on the door and Bhushan Lal was almost frightened to death. He turned his blank eyes towards the ceiling...

Shrine of a Modern Majnoo

by Umair Gul I woke up. I was awake all the while. The chemicals in brain jumped up again. I saw future. I saw grave...

NH1

By Hirra Sultan Stuck. Where? No idea. It was road till eyes could see. No civilization as far as eyes could catch a view. All...

Ill or ‘cursed’?

Nisar Ahmad Dharma |I|1995 As Tahira’s labour pain grew, she hoped for a boy. A third caesarean was bearable for her but a third daughter meant...

The Withered

Abid R Baba Much to the woes of his parents, Aamir would readily mix with his village boys. No reprimand was rigid enough to confine...

Pen, an Elixir

Saima Rashid It is Tenth year of the Twenty first century… Peace is eluding Srinagar. Countryside is no different. There is disturbance, disorder and dilemma everywhere....