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Why I Write?

They say, “To know yourself is to know God itself.” Man’s main chore is to give birth to himself. Going...

Never Under-Estimate The Power of Woman…!

This Monday, I along with my friend, ‘Farnaz’ boarded a cab from Lal-Chowk to Zakura. We settled ourselves on the...

Kashmir: A Silent Paradise

After 5 years when I landed at Srinagar international airport in the afternoon, I was amused to see the Paradise...

My Experience As A First Time Protestor

A young college going boy namely, ‘Asrar’ who was missing from couple of days, was found dead in Rainawari vicinity...

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Teach , Dont Treat

 "An ideal teacher is said to be a candle which lights others by consuming itself”An ideal teacher……quite a common topic...

Those Where the Days

It was a fine sunny day of mid September, we assembled in a friends house whose marriage was being celebrated...

Narrow Escape

Since my childhood, I have been afraid of small, confined spaces and furiously fled such places. Later, I understood that...

English Stories by Kashmiri Writers

The literature Kashmir has produced is both very rich and varied. For many centuries, apart from the Kashmiri language, it...

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Farewell..!

 That day my eyes were looking for you,I searched but could not find you.Restless was heart & even my soul. At...

She..!

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Near the icy – cool rushing stream,In the beautiful vale of stillness.Stood a lovely damsel all alone,With stretched arms &...

He Is...Merely Dust, Surely Not!

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 “We never appreciate what we have until it’s gone.”Today, how much I regret… And, I remember what you said once,...

Autumn Leaves

I walked on a path;onelong not trodden aloneFallen leaves, tinted withyellow, subdued in huesof coral, gathered by arushing gust of...

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Rare Quranic Manuscript in Valley Withstands Vagaries of Time

Kashmir has been a destination for some of the most revered preachers of Islam. It is for this reason that...

Persian Legacy in Kashmir Struggles for Revival

Concerned at the alarming decline of Persian influence in Kashmir, a group of Kashmiri intellectuals have launched a campaign to...

Srinagar Revives Spring Tradition after 27 Years

Badam Wa'er, a symbol of Kashmiri culture and civilization, a principal springtime leisure spot at the foot of the Kohi...

Significance and Meaning of Nauroz

Kashmir belongs more to Central Asia than to South Asia, owing to its glorious ties with the region in terms...

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Narrowness of Life

 Harsh words in every prose,   Within secrets no one knows,   Eyes are open hands are fisted,   Deep inside sorrow is distant. 

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Deeds

Lovely art, transient cart. Moving is from part to part Never knowing when departs. Swings across, still apart

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Autumn Leaves

I walked on a path;onelong not trodden aloneFallen leaves, tinted withyellow, subdued in huesof coral, gathered by arushing gust of Autumnwind that rattled throughbranches, stripping treesto their skin leaving theirebony...

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Wisdom, a Gift

Let God give me a purposeSo that I can see meAnd confer his will on meSo that I can see me

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She..!

Near the icy – cool rushing stream,In the beautiful vale of stillness.Stood a lovely damsel all alone,With stretched arms & lashes wet.

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