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KASHMIR-Home of rivers, blood and political farce since 1947.

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Curse!

‘These women have God’s curse upon them. Why do you suit yourself with such filth?’, he was asked outside the brothel.

‘If God put her in this state and he bothers to curse her but not the lustful client, then, she must be special. I look for God in her!’ he replied.

Dogs 

Where is it that you sniff on the boots of defeat like a hound of a hopeless clan. Dust fills his nostrils and blood falls like a red curtain, on the stage of all this drama, in his eyes. Have you seen a hound with blood in his eyes? Have you seen him shaking his head like a vehement serpent when dust fills up his snout and he growls it out on the same boots that were the mere source of dust. He eyes them now with same bloody anger that defeat brings after bringing you on your knees. Continue reading Dogs 

Bullets and Thoughts

The platoon had returned in full but not all faces were responsive after the bloody romance of life and death. The robust machine gunner from 1st section had perished while providing cover to the rest and platoon commander was now observing the contents of ‘K.I.A’ form with a hint of seriousness that had taken him over after the recently. It was a mighty task to fill the name of a comrade on the list of causalities for him. Having the rank to his name for some time now, Captain, at first, was unsure about his inclusion into the messed up affair of counterinsurgency operations by the higher command as he had shown a few skills of staff work and had aimed at serving in the peaceful belly of the rear headquarters but now one casualty and three wounded being written by his hands, stated Continue reading Bullets and Thoughts

Living The Night Away

For long the symmetrically folded coils of the electric heater glistened like magic wands in golden. The reflection formed a mirage on the ceiling, showering the room with dimness of warm amber fusing into chilly darker ambience of the room. The brunette in Sarah’s hair responded to this small source of light and formed a classical portrait of a beauty, with all the seriousness of youth, sitting in the middle of the room. Continue reading Living The Night Away

The Little Girl

Taking a final look at my sleek outfit into my car’s shining blackness I slam the door and smile at the radiance of my tailored charcoal suit contrasting with the color of the bugatti. My next move comes as an instinct when I turn around swiflty and my arm protudes out of my side bringing the Rolex at a reasonable distance from my face. Eyeing the lights and beaming ladies of tonight’s party, I fumble for the iphone in my pocket and a moment later Continue reading The Little Girl