These are my articles written over time. Please feel free to ask questions about any post.
July 5, 2026 — Dawn over Srinagar The Jhelum woke in ribbons of rose and ash, its surface catching the first light like a canvas before the brush. In the courtyard, the Srinagar mural stood unveiled—a sky of violet mist cradling a ghost chinar, its open door glowing in soft rose. In Jammu, Neelam’s valley […]
The Mirror of Valleys (Part I) Read More »
Life
The greenhouse welcomed them back on January 15, 2026, its patched glass cleared of frost, revealing a pale winter sun that cast long shadows across the scarred table. The Circle of Seeds reconvened after a short break—time spent with families, reflecting on the UN presentation and the funding storm’s resolution. The seedling tray now held
The greenhouse glowed faintly against December’s storms, its patched glass veined with frost. Emil sat at the scarred table, the ledger open to Voices Beyond the Gale, its ink still dark with their UN words. The seedlings beside him—basil and beans—reached toward the dim warmth of a hanging lamp, fragile yet persistent. Priya joined him
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The chamber of the Youth UN Forum buzzed with translation headsets and restless murmurs as screens flickered with the faces of young leaders around the world. Emil took a breath, Grandfather’s words echoing in his mind: “Speak beyond walls; share the soil.” He gripped the Circle of Seeds’ ledger, heavy now with months of slips
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The morning light spilled gently through the repaired glass panes, slanting golden beams across the greenhouse floor. Emil paused in the doorway before entering. The night’s conversation still echoed in him—his grandfather’s words about the world as a test, not a harbor. He felt the weight of them now: every act of care or neglect
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The kitchen smelled faintly of cardamom and woodsmoke. Dinner plates had been cleared away, leaving only the soft clink of teacups on saucers. Emil sat at the small table by the window, staring at the lamplight trembling against the glass. His hands were folded, not fidgeting, but still restless. Grandfather settled opposite him, lowering himself
The mountain breeze carried the scent of pine and earth as Emil and Grandfather walked the winding forest trail. Birds fluttered overhead, free and unburdened. The path opened to a quiet clearing where the two sat on a fallen log, gazing at the sun breaking through the canopy. “Grandfather,” Emil began, kicking at a pine
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It was a quiet evening in the courtyard. A gentle breeze stirred the lantern above, casting flickering shadows along the old stone walls. Emil sat on the bench, notebook open but untouched, his brow furrowed in thought. Grandfather sipped his tea beside him. “You’re unusually quiet today.” “I’m trying to understand why people keep making
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In the heart of a vast and ancient land stood a village named Kaelon, cradled between towering mountains and a restless sea. The people of Kaelon were known for their courage, for they lived in a place where storms came often — storms that could tear roofs from homes, flood fields, and topple trees. Among
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The morning was quiet, but not still. A breeze nudged the trees gently, and a bird called out—a ripple of life moving through the day. Mira walked beside her grandfather, her thoughts echoing from the story of mercy they’d shared the day before. “Grandfather,” she began, “you said mercy plants seeds even in stone. But…
What is Interconnectedness, Anyway? Read More »
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