Nostalgia

Syed Nissar H Gilani I reflect on my time at Srinagar Doordarshan, memories of a bygone era flood my mind....

Syed Nissar H Gilani In 1969, I had the opportunity to visit Bombay on an educational tour sponsored by the...

Syed Nissar H Gilani It was 1971, and I had just completed my post-graduation in zoology. While waiting for the...

Nissar H. Gilani In 1965, my late father, Dr. S.M. Amin Glani, decided to install a landline phone at our...

SANJAY PANDITA In the tapestry of time, few things have woven more beauty than the bonds of neighborhood and community....

Nazir Jahangir In my hands, I hold a “Tikka Waawij”. In Kashmiri, Tikk means “run,” and Waawij refers to a...

Nazia qureshi The 1990s were more than just another decade in Kashmir—they were an unforgettable chapter for those lucky enough...

Nazir Jahangir Last week marked the first snowfall of this winter season in Kashmir. In my childhood, the first snowfall...

Z.G.MUHAMMAD Those were cock-a-hoop days for children in my generation. Everything around seemed in ecstasy. The snowflakes dancing in the...

Z.G.MUHAMMAD Our study was an eight-foot by six-foot small cubicle with three taakhs (windows) and a glazed multi-coloured terracotta tile...