The partition that runs between me and my home is this labyrinth of dreams. “You are going to be here until this moment lasts. How long is this moment? Everything is contiguous; the past, present and the future. Take a…
I’m at Hillar Shahabad. Life is passing fast. It has started raining. Train is moving through the villages. It has entered the tunnel cutting the Pir Panjal mountains. The whole world is conversing inside the train. People are looking at…