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Azlan Jahan, post 1947-48 Kashmiri War Fiction by Zainab Nasim The gramophone resounds in the galleries of the haveli, stirring it awake. As the needle twirled around delicately on the vinyl, he closed his eyes softly settling comfortably into his rocking chair with his stack of letters and a lit cigar. “It is not like I am not proud to be a martyr’s father, Bittoo ," he said to his grandson.