They poured acid into our cracked open skulls and all that we knew disintegrated into their ignorance, they filled the empty spaces with bits of paper on which they wrote their own agendas: i. No questions are to be asked. Intonations will not be tolerated. We will feed pre-written answers to you. ii. You do not know your name. … [Read more...]
Aditi Uniyal on Indian Review. Aditi a high school student writes with verve and passion.
Colour me in and colour me out, my body is your canvas and you are free to splash either saffron or green, for those are the only colours you can use as the base for my skin, and then you can mention my caste on it in calligraphy, too, but be sure to use a thick black pencil for that purpose, it should be prominent enough for others to see; how else do you think they … [Read more...]
Beloved Kashmir- I have dug knives in your shoulders carefully, and they are still trying to go deeper into your warm flesh- I am sorry, dear, but I don't know if I can remove all of them out without spilling any more blood than what already runs off the valleys of your back. I have shot guns at your belly so you could never bear any children, and bullets are all … [Read more...]