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Torn pages
You know, the creepy sensation between my legs makes me dizzy. That day, in the crowded bus full of chattering men, where I was the only girl- a small girl coming back from school, a hand kept groping at me.
Kashmir \ kashmiri fiction \ kashmiri short stories
The neglected
By Umar Lateef Misgar and Khalid Fayaz She called her friend, Sahil, and told him about the chemist who had slid his phone number into her packet of potions. Her eyes closed but a vestige of hope bloomed in her.“You should have informed your mother so she could have taken a mature reaction against the [...]
Fiction \ Kashmir \ kashmiri literature \ kashmiri short storie
Ebony Ruler, the Mill Smoke, Heart’s Splinter
That shriek! How penetrable the siren is! It Pierces my heart. First shriek! Two shrieks are yet to come -the second will be louder than the first and the third louder still. The Siren sounds of textile mill coming one after the other ring their loudest with these shrieks long columns of smoke trailing from [...]
Amin Kamil \ kashmiri short stories
Enigma
He spoke rather exasperatedly, “This is a matter beyond your understanding. It is too technical for you, surely not as simple as it might appear.” He picked up his packet of cigarettes from his desk. I was rendered speechless. He lighted a cigarette and leaning back spewed out of his mouth a cloud of smoke [...]
Amin Kamil \ Kashmir \ kashmiri sthor stories
An Infernal Creature
People no more believe in such things because such things no longer come to pass in their whereabouts. This does not mean that such an incident could never have occurred in Zaji Pathir. Then Zaji pather is very much there for all to see; we can go there even now and witness the remains of [...]
Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din \ Kashmir \ kashmiri short stories
Thou Art, Thou Alone Art
Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig It is now that my vision is getting clear. Not that I discern anything, or that I get a feel of anything palpable, but assuredly, not that darkness which terrified, that led you astray; something like a perception that there is somebody on [...]
Calcutta Book Fair \ Maxim Gorky \ Naxals
For Reading Gorky
By Stuti Govil The fridge is poorly stocked. All the vegetables are now condemned to their present state of dereliction. The scant milk gives off putrid smells, having gone bad many weeks ago. Only odd bottles of cough syrup and glycerine have survived the tyranny of time and power cuts. Kaamna took a giant swig [...]
An Offensive Tale
Written by Hari Krishan Koul | Translated from Kashmiri by M. Siddiq Beigh The great God be thanked that I came by a taxi right at my doorstep. I asked the driver to move straight to the college and I had a look in the mirror fixed in the front of the driver. My ears [...]
Are you afraid?
By Soumitro Sanyal “Let us go to a secluded place, you know, somewhere where it’s nice and peaceful, with no one around us to stalk or ogle over us; where it’ll be only you and me.” Cooed in Anisha while we were sitting at Barista in the outer circle of Connaught Place, sipping hot cappuccino [...]
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