I have just tossed the stack of unpaid bills to the far corner of my room,Bundled up the junk mail for the Monday garbage pickup,While the newspapers lie strewn unopened…
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…