A Year of Absence, a Lifetime of Presence

Dr Toyeba Mushtaq Twelve months have passed since my father left us, and yet the world still feels hushed, as though it has collectively lowered its voice in reverence to absence. The blank stares at familiar walls persist. The midnight…

Wular Lake – The Dying Giant of Asia

A.R.Matahanji “Some days, I spend more time cleaning my nets of trash than I do catching anything to sell.” — Gul Kak, fisherman Wular Lake has always been a symbol of infinity. To the people of the valley, it was the Great…