A poem that highlights our alienation from the constant tension in Kashmir.
'I'm the new curtain over the fourth estate.'
We may not get to watch Pakistani serials anymore, but nobody said anything about food.
This word – nationalism – is suddenly everywhere. It seems to control us, stifling freedoms and dictating the 'right' way to be.
The rich wouldn’t like it if their kids had to study in the same classroom as a poor man’s child. Fancy stuff is reserved for them, and no one else.
When the night meant seclusion, people encouraged women to travel by moonlight. When it started to mean inclusion, that same darkness was declared unsafe.
Gandhi's vision of nationalism is being replaced with Hitler's vision of Nazism, and as a secular spectator, this is disheartening at best.