The day has just begun its triumphant march:Imperial, rough-shod, crusading.Its ambitions touch a pinnacle, its mood heroic.Its commonplace beginning an unintended deception.In a deft sleight of hand it quantum jumps…
Often in the heat of living I revisit the old question: Who am I? Through the beautiful and the ugly of life, Through the joyful and the painful of life,…
It was only a month ago that I buried Jessie, She was only seventeen and wanted to go all the way. I was told I was born in a hill…
It was some six weeks ago that I met you accidentally at my cousin’s place –Twenty-four years since I glimpsed your face –The face that seems to have a new…
Above Picture: Me, at about the age of two, with my mother, Aruna Kaul Karihaloo, in Srinagar, Kashmir. I woke up on my birthday to find out when the…
As far as we can look back in the recorded history of Kashmir,We see a river of Hindus flowing through thousands of years;Even beyond the recorded history they are thought…