It was an unusual summer morning, but everything was locked down, all communication barred, all streets filled with men in... Read More
Living alone in Delhi with my father, my mother did not get to spend too much time with her mother-in-law... Read More
My house was burnt in a ‘counter-insurgency operation’ …that felt like a crack in my backbone. We [now] live in... Read More
Forced Erasures In the old decrepit neighbourhood of Bat’maalyun in Srinagar, mired in the innards of an interdistrict transport hub,... Read More
“Youngest son of Haleema was born in a curfew. Sweat drips from her neck. Baby loves the perfume. I mean... Read More
Every year, while men are in the Eid-gah offering prayers, I apply heena on the toes of the cow. Tied... Read More
Nani sits on the lawn basking in the afternoon sun. She carefully looks through the bundle of haakh, separating the... Read More
In Kashmir, a lifetime of savings is spent in building a house. Along with money, people also invest their emotions... Read More
While thinking of a design for ZW’s first issue I found myself continuously reflecting on what this collective comes to... Read More
A few years back as I was travelling with Sakina (name changed), the wife of a man who was subjected... Read More