**
Thursday, March 14, 2024
spot_imgspot_imgspot_imgspot_img

Short Story

This section carries short fiction or non-fiction stories. It gives an opportunity to youth to showcase their talent.

The Djinn Who Fell From The Walnut Tree

By Shabir Ahmad Mir Up in the north, deep in the mountains, a two days trek on foot or a day’s on a mule back...

Road to Drung

Aijaz Ganai Drung, a picturesque tourist attraction under the mighty shadow of Afarvat Mountain and in the lap of Gulmarg, is dying; yes dying, even...
Young Life Banner

Connecting People to Nature: A Nature’s call

Mohd Hanief Ganie | Walkul Lolab When you wake up early in the morning,go outdoors,into nature,to appreciate its beauty and it’s importance,and to take forward...

The world outside

by Younis Kaloo Five-month pregnant Rashida crossed the road and sat on the concrete step of a shop owned by a prominent businessman of the locality,...

The Child Bookseller

by Younis Kaloo Near the marble-topped stairs of a metro station in Delhi, 10 year-old Gaurav sets his makeshift stall in the early morning.  With...

Crack Down

by Shabir Ahmad Mir In the mirror, he could see the calendar hanging from the wall behind him. He could even see the hole besides...

Keeping the Coffin Steady

By Younis Kaloo Srinagar Whenever one of us was happy, we would jump on each other’s back in sheer enthusiasm, press one face against the...

Standing amid Smoke

By Younis Kaloo  “It is my turn, Rehet Mouj’i.”  “No, no, it is mine. Give me first, Rehet Mouj’i.”  “I have enough for all of you. Have...

By The Banks Of Dal…

By Shabir Ahmad Mir On the bulge of Amira Kadal, I stare at the fish in their basket, murmuring between themselves about their estrangement from...

An encounter with a Scarecrow

By Shabir Ahmad Mir The encounter started at 8:13 p.m. How can I be so precise ? Or better still, how does one determine when exactly an...

That Young Boy…

By Tasavur Mushtaq Sleep eludes me from last many nights. Even after hectic days, the evenings are long. Nights are blank. I changed place but...

Heavenly Shaista

Saima Rashid I had a dream. Last night. Well, you might ask, what’s new in that? We all dream almost every night, right? But no,...

The ‘Possessed’ Friend

By Nadeem Shah Standing outside the black-painted gate of this three-storey house in Srinagar’s volatile Maisuma locality, Junaid moves his hand towards the doorbell. He...

The Wrong Roll Number

By Nadeem Shah In the uptown Srinagar’s Gonikhan area, Syethe – a neighbourhood bully sat on a shop front in a melancholic state. It was...

When Dreams Die

By Saima Rashid It is raining smoothly outside. The tapping on rooftop is invigorating a strange sense of resemblance in her. Who sits standstill in...