Anger will swell, accusations and counter-accusations will animate TV debates. But what do the dead care?
Perhaps someday the clouds will lift, the moon poured from the flagon, ripened by the sun clenched firmly in the wine bearer’s hand
Dr Huzaifa Pandit translates a poem by Abdur Rehman Rahi, one of the foremost exponents of Kashmiri literature who died earlier this week at the age of 98.
Dr Huzaifa Pandit translates a poem by Abdur Rehman Rahi, one of the foremost exponents of Kashmiri literature who died earlier this week at the age of 98.
In spaces constituted from violence and silence like Kashmir, translation can emerge as a handy tool to create narrative communities within the world at large.
A poem by Huzaifa Pandit who teaches literature at the Islamic University of Science and Technology, Kashmir
The events entrenched in memory are all imbued with a tinge of grief. A medley of loss and tears in an insurgency-wrecked Valley.
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