Seconds before the Molvi sahib began the Zuhr prayers, one Friday, I received a call each on my two phones, one after the other. I didn’t pay any heed to the incessant vibration in my left pocket, but when my... Continue Reading →
The “unemployed youth”, “masked agitators” and jilted lovers drunk on the rhetoric of “separatists” and Zakir Naik stand their ground defiantly and the government, too, is in no mood to relent.
This short-story was first published here 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 is perspiring and nervous – a bit frightened, too. It’s mid August... Continue Reading →
(Disclaimer: The following write-up is a work of fiction and satire. Any resemblance to any person or organisation would be utterly shocking) At 24 I was completely broke. Worse: I was madly and hopelessly in love with my two-years-older-than-I girlfriend.... Continue Reading →