This write-up was first published here One wintry Sunday afternoon during my childhood, I stood at the batting crease facing a left-handed fast bowler who was many years older to me. It was only my second visit to the cricket... Continue Reading →
Shahid watched the rain pelting down, from the first floor of his house at Naik Bagh, Nowgam, with a sense of foreboding. It was the fifth day of the incessant rains and there was no let up in its ferocity.... Continue Reading →
Kashmiri people’s penchant for rumour mongering is well-known and unrivalled. After the devastating flood of 7th September, the rumour mills began to work over-time to churn the most shocking, astonishing and, of course, out rightly silly rumours. Below, I have... Continue Reading →
Guest post byREZA NOORANI
When the riots broke out in 2002 in Ahmedabad, after the burning of the Godhra coach, I was in the tenth standard. I remember listening to the news in the morning, just after which my best friend Ketan had called me and asked “Why did you guys do this?” I didn’t know how to respond to that. I think I just laughed it out and we began discussing what was happening in the city. My father took the phone away from me. I was preparing for my board exams and was just about to leave for one of the last days of school, after which we would go on a study leave. My father, who had experience with riots, told my two elder sisters and me to not go to school and stay at home that day.
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