For me, honouring Shujaat Bhukari and other slain journalists means finding a hopeful purpose in the mess around us.
Mobility is at the centre of feminism – and women are here to reclaim the right to roam the streets.
The northeast has always had its issues, but we always believed that we were safe amongst our own folks. Not anymore.
A poem that highlights our alienation from the constant tension in Kashmir.
Unless our universities produce critical, creative, and original thinkers, they will continue to churn out sophisticated plagiarists.
As a prolific football player and a Muslim man in a hostile world, Salah stands on the precipice of something big, not just on the field but off it as …
A knife stabs you, again and again. The knife isn’t aware that it’s stabbing. You’re the only one who sees the stabbing. The knife is someone you love dearly.