Tuesday, December 10, 2019

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...

The Red Silken Pajamas

Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig Nabir Shaala was already well over three score and ten. For the most...

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...

Death in a bottle

By Saba Firdous 'Ammi apke haath se khoon beh raha hai hai’ (Mother, your hand is bleeding!), yelled little  Aamina  as she entered  her   house  and...

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...

Discourse of the learned

Through the alleys of the giant library, walled with rags and book volumes, I was walking. Fragrance of old paper was inspiring me to...

The day I died

People would call me Jan Soab, they still do, but with some suffixes added like Janti or Janatgaar. I left my body last Saturday....

Suffocation in the forest

By Haroon Rashid Dar “Oh, how I love adventure! And today is such a pleasant day... The greenery of nature, the flower booms, and this scorching heat of July..!” thought Muhammad Asif to himself. He made up his mind and...

Women; two lives

  “Will you tell these stories in your papers?” Amala squints up at Reva’s oval face. She really looks very much like her sister Meera....

The first attack

Clouds of odorous smoke billowed out from under the two iron channels where the shutter of Ab Jaan’s waan fit. Not presuming it to...
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