Hypoxic Hours. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar

Hypoxic Hours “Mama, do you know what happened to you, a few minutes ago ?”Speechless and numb, I stared at my elder daughter Sara. Her  pale face, reflected grave concern. Something had happened, for I felt my clothes were wet. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a daze, my mind foggy.Continue reading “Hypoxic Hours. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar”

A Spark in the Ashes. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar

A Spark in the Ashes “From the ashes a fire shall be woken” — J.R.Tolkien. J.R.Tolkien’s poetic expression stirred the ashes in the sorrowful soul, blew them away a bit, and began to awaken the saddened muse, still in shock from the killing wave of Covid -19. It had struck harshly, crashing like a hurricaneContinue reading “A Spark in the Ashes. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar”