People say that a leave never falls Without a storm but the most evil scourge Came with a blaster! And then only- People on earth felt their heart In their mouth!! And, as they say;

Dear long departed  It is to let you know  I still remember you And those meetings  When you would come

Shujaat Bhukari was a lone reasoned voice in a deeply divided society. He loved Kashmir and he firmly believed there was no other solution than peaceful dialogue to end the ongoing impasse

Bikers’ speak of the adventures, love, and friends their bikes have helped bring to their lives.

After a small hike, I reached the wall from where I could look down into the still water of Kensico Reservoir, New York. The water was gleaming as it reflected the sun; however it was cut by an alternating streak of darkness that surfaced from the deep. As I stood there all alone, taking in the immense beauty of nature, I saw life and death in that pattern.

Listening myself I encounter a loner. There is no voice Not any choice. Flute getting fainter Music still scatter, And a melody to heal somewhere I feel.