Taciturn Talks

Philip Hughes and me

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 →

‘Journalist’ Tom

(Guest post by Is'haq Bhat ) Once there lived a gentleman named Tom in a posh colony of a distant country. One dreaded day Tom’s colony was hit by a devastating flood and the water reached the second story of... Continue Reading →

The jinxed ‘love affair’

(Warning: Cigarette smoking is injurious to health) Sajad lit a cigarette, turned his head and blew the noxious smoke over his shoulder. It wasn’t the ‘normal’ behaviour we had become accustomed to with him. Whenever he smoked, he puffed the... Continue Reading →

Kashmir Floods: Two ‘brave heart’ friends who risked their lives to save hundreds

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 →

Of WhatsApp – a Virtual Jail

After two years of incessant use, I was growing disinterested with WhatsApp - the famous instant chat application. My disinterest was driven, primarily, by my concern for my over aching eyes. I remember staying awake till wee hours of the... Continue Reading →

Kashmir Floods: Rumors galore

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 →

Confessions of an Un-invited Guest

Have you ever been to a party you were never invited to? I have.. It was way back in the summer of 2007 when I was in 12th standard. It was a gloomy afternoon and I was idling at home... Continue Reading →

My Life Threatening Experience

Limping across the hospital corridor towards the car parking, after being administered an injection,I told myself: THAT DOCTOR HAS A HEAVY HAND (goub ath e in kashmiri parlance), after feeling a deep sense of pain run down my spine. Earlier... Continue Reading →

KAFILA - 10 years of a common journey

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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