By Kamran Hamid Bhat

In the silent parts of our lives where words are nothing and all is silence there is a truth so deep that words cannot describe it. This is the soil I was trotting about on when I wrote my debut book, “Unsaid” – a harvest that was not the result of the simple effort to say something, but the wonderfully hard task of saying what is so obstinately dumb in us.

Then there are times in our life that we go through moments and stories so great we cannot talk about them nor write about them that very moment. These are the impressions that put themselves in the very marrow of our bones, the recollections that shimmer at the fringes of our minds like heat waves on a summer highway – perceivable, but impossible to understand. They are the stories that we bear in our bodies and

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