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Aasiya Jeelani

It was a cloudy day and the drizzle had already started. People huddled inside the warm blankets in the spring of April to escape the untimely cold. A woman left her cozy bed, despite being ill, and went out to monitor the election process…

Izhar Wani

I always feel uncomfortable and a lot edgy whenever I find myself scratching the groves of my mind, probing across the jumbled web of memories recalling the moments I have had spend with those who have moved on, unexpectedly. Those who…