Maut ka zehar hai hawaon mein,
Ab kahan ja kay saans li jaaye?
(The air is filled with deadly poison,
Where can I go to breathe?)
Delhi in winter is a nightmare come true for its residents. A gas chamber. A purgatory. A place where death comes slowly. One mouthful at a time.
Pradeep D’Souza, who grew up in a family that adopted stray dogs and took care of sick puppies, is now the keeper of many fragile species, both birds and small animals.
Ashvini Jojra’s social work is going on under the canopy of Serving All Humanity Yearningly Over the Globe (Sehyog India), of which he is the founder-president.
Used as a live firing range by security forces, Tosamaidan had turned into a death zone shells often killed civilians. Then Dr Shaikh Ghulam Rasool stepped in.
83-year-old Ghulam Mohammad Zaz is the last working craftsman in eight generations of Srinagar’s famous craftsmen who make santoors, sitars and rababs.
Jagbir Singh’s Pritam Spiritual Trust, a voluntary organisation, has provided artificial limbs to over 10,000 people, mostly landmine amputees, victims of cross-border firing and shelling.
Maut ka zehar hai hawaon mein,
Ab kahan ja kay saans li jaaye?
(The air is filled with deadly poison,
Where can I go to breathe?)