Rodeo Drive to Raja Bazaar: A review

The novel traces the life of 10-year-old Natasha between the years 1994 and 2004. After spending the first decade of

Narrative

Monar Jomban (part 1 of 4)

“Esfahan what can I write about you which has not been written before.” I quote a forgotten writer who was

A Teacup in My Hand

Sonya sat at the kitchen table, early Monday morning, with a cup of hot tea. She had some time to

Absent in the Spring

There seldom was any sympathy - but of humiliation there was no shortage.

Poetry

Wind in my hair

we fade away in existence
we are slowly lost in time.

Poetry

Double-Click for Lit

a bookworm-now-blogger’s view on the digitization of literature

Short Story

Village of Women

Along the line of control in Kashmir, there is a village called Dard-nag. The hot springs here were famous for

Translation

Muharram 10: ’Ashura: Commemorating Imam Hussain- The Prince of Martyrs

A translation of a section from Jami’s Shawâhid al Nabuwwah

A Failed Romance

He was a swarthy, handsome lad with a respectable height, husky voice and a boyish, round face. His name was

Poetry

Fairytale Besmirched

This is life, dear friend,
Where failure is a trend ...

Short Story

Untouchability and Sex

No one practices untouchability when it comes to sex.

Short Story

Out of Sight

It was a fine morning of March 1963. Humayun was engrossed working in his office situated in Reagal. He was

The Fall

I used to have such a round full face as a child. Plump red cheeks, the sort of face that

Poetry

A shadow of sun

the darkness paints the rainbow on you
inside me, outside you
the intimate and infinite
all are black

Poetry

Chained Words

each day the sun rises
bright like the Heaven,
yet a few turns later
the dark consumes it.

Speculation on the Life Hereafter

In a mute, crazy world
The notion is spine chilling
To consider all the
Frequencies across time