Prose

A Fear Called Love

The thing that scares me about love is that you never know when you’ll fall into it. Your hearts gets attached immediately, but love, darn it, love is different. You fall into it ever so deeply and the person you love gradually becomes a part…

Prose

Down the Wires

“Some memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart”   Memories are the part and parcel of every one’s life. You always remember the good days you have passed by sweetest memories, meanwhile some bad memories in your life…

Prose

Silent Musings

“Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will, some day, rise So, what am I gonna be doin’ for a while?”   The blue tiles reflect my eyes when I sit in the empty bathtub writing in a tiny book. The…

Prose, Short Story

Turin Frog

The rain dripped; drip, drip, drip. The sound distracted me from watching a movie on TV, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, laying on the sofa, in my socked feet dangling over an arm rest. My partner and I, engaged in intermittent chats about moles in the…

Prose

Water Works

The water rushed by the last rock at the cliff’s edge, flinging itself into the open air beyond, and then falling, falling, falling; and smashing onto the stone and water below. It was no different than the water that had preceded it, and no different…

Prose

Memory of a Laugh

You walk down the grim hallways, and see yourself laughing around with your friends in a corner. You see the smile radiate and you smile too. You look above and see the date. 4 years ago. Suddenly, your smile fades away as your eyes shift…

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Prose, Short Story

The Blue Carpet

Inviting guests over is common and it is basically saying you are a part of our family now. And refusing the invitation is considered rude and offensive specially in the Arab households. So he did not want to disappoint his friend when he invited him…

Prose

Mourning

The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard a sound synonymous to the creak of bones. I do not remember if a bone creaked, or if it was me, trancing; but I think I heard…