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An evening by the window That opens down my memory lane — The window and I And a piece of poetry — A cup of nun-chai in the chilling cold And the flights of my fantasy — An October afternoon in the Dal In a Shikara, and you by my side In complete harmony With…
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Breakfast and Bed A freshly made waffle Topped with whipped cream Blueberries and chocolate I see poetry on a plate — A cup of hot tea With a touch of cardamom And a streak of sunshine Peering through the kitchen blind There’s a rapturous warmth In this cold Sunday morning She sings melodies In a…
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Okus bokus teli van cokus*Šāl kič-kič vāngnoOnum batuk lodum dēgiVal ba naličas savāreyBramazāraz poyn čhokumṬekis ṭeka banyov kyah We would sit in a circle with our hands placed on the floor, palms down. The lead player would move their right hand clockwise pointing towards the focus with the index finger touching a hand against…
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A cup of coffee and a sizzling kiss ah, pure bliss! The lover’s lips quiver on the contours of her body He moves around in the deep dungeons of a solitary town mapping its twists and tracing its turns with gentle strokes Please tell me, will you, the musings of a mystery And I…
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It was summer 2010. After several stressful attempts over 3 years, I received a visa for a research trip to Pakistan. A plethora of investigations, letters of invitation, and even a sufarish from people with contacts in the Interior Ministry hadn’t helped. But this time the process got really smooth. I wrote an impassioned letter…
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A day before my return to the US during my January 2015 visit to Kashmir, I met Ateeqa Ji again, this time at the University of Kashmir. She called me and invited me to a “program on girl child,” organized in part with the Markaz-e-Noor. When I entered after taking off my shoes at the…
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Situated in the heart of the pristine Sopore town and away from the clamor of the city life is an incredible treasure trove called Meeras Mahal. An extremely modest building, Meeras Mahal is an abode of numerous artifacts of historical and cultural importance that are yet to be disseminated to the outside world. The materials…
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In October 2010, a 15-year old class 10 student, Burhan Wani, suddenly disappears from his home at Sharifabad, a nondescript village in the remote Tral area of Kashmir one fine day. This happens after he and his brother Khalid were intercepted and thrashed by the Indian security forces when they were on their way to…
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Dopmay Yi gav lūka-mot Lūka mətis kyah karizi Yi čhu tufānah andɨ-god̩ rotsh Apɨzis poz ta pəzis kor apuz Zyaw nyanglə̄w tɨ əčhen ditsɨ pači Gāmɨ-shahar yeli krekɨnād sapud Mōsum bačɨ gəy dam-phuttẙ Ta phryakh kheyi nōtvānav Tse čhuy zan kunyar sanyōmut Adɨ kava rōvukh pānsiy andar Dopmay dapān hyenar hyetin grazin Vyethi hund āb ti mā…
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It is 18th of May 2013. A beautiful morning in Texas! I wake up to a message in my mailbox: “Hi! I must tell you this! Just a while back I was hosting you and your little girl in my Kashmir home. It was so real…. You are in a reddish sari looking really pretty and I bump…
SADAF MUNSHI
Linguist, Writer, Multi-disciplinary Artist
Working across various disciplines and art forms, Sadaf Munshi’s creative expressions find a niche in the magical world of word, color and music. Her inspiration comes from everyday encounters with people, objects and environment, and her motivation is a continued urge to connect with them. A documentary linguist, creative writer, poet, musican and visual artist, her expressions have different forms and varied colors.
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