Catapult Alumni | Poetry


When the driver introduced us to the valley guards as tourists from India, my mother snapped rudely“I am Kashmiri, I grew up here” Wagging her local tongue  bobbing her foot-long wedding earrings strung behind her neatly coiffed black and white bun His disdainful eyes and curled lips remained unbelieving. Kashmir, the valley of almond blossoms, […]