There must’ve been be a sun all awake and shining on the other side of the bridge but it was still at war with a thick fog that was marching over the road ahead of me. They had closed the bridge because of the dense fog; I parked my car on the side and started [...]
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Raised voices, angered expressions and bitter complaints. There were too many words spoken to make any sense. I, who always agreed, disagreed. She, who always understood, misunderstood. It was a rotten phone call. In utter confusion and helplessness of unexplained gestures; I asked her, “don’t you trust me?” And that’s when silence struck like a thunderbolt; the [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
A wave of pain started from his shin and went all the way up to his brain veins. An old wound was waking up. He needed to sit down somewhere. He looked around and saw a bench which was occupied by three teenagers who were busy exchanging text messages and ring tones. That footpath was [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Further south of the city of Lahore, in a small town called Malik-Abaad, lived a modest looking man named Kareem Hussein who dyed cloth to earn a decent living. Not having gone to school for full ten years, he hardly had any other option but to help his father at his cloth-coloring shop. By the [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Warsaw, Poland. August 1944. “Mikolaj. I am Mikol …” I overheard a gunshot as a bullet interrupted this introduction. Those words just died in that bitter cold and shivering echo of the gun shot. From behind a camouflaged corner of the room where I cowardly sheltered my fearing, trembling legs, I sneaked out and watched myself falling [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The sound of raindrops falling heavily over the wooden portico kept Kay awake late in the night. She kept telling herself it was the rain that had washed her sleep away, even though a stale taste of a rotten conversation with Johnston was still on her lips. It had been a long time since she [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
EXT. PARK - AFTERNOON MIKE HAYDEN, a fairly handsome man in his mid-twenties, walks alone down a busy path. He looks sad and lost in thought. INT. MIKE’S BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON Mike is packing his clothes in a suitcase that lays open on his bed. He then stops and picks up the cordless phone off [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The train was slowing down and so was my heart. I didn’t know why I was coming back. The hope that brought me back was as feeble as a candle lit in a windstorm. But then, hope is like love, intoxicating. It makes all the windstorms seem like a vivid fallacy. I hoped that she [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I am sorry, I can’t say those words. They are too difficult for my ego. A cold fog rolls in and makes things invisible. Still, the pain solstice of her face tears apart the fog, and my heart too. It’s her pain, but is getting into my bones. I can see her swollen foot. I hurt [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
“Excuse me sir” Slater yelled at a faded shadow at the far corner of the bridge, ready to leap into the soundless river below. “Officer, don’t come close; I am tired, let me jump. Today is the end of it all.” Constable Slater took his torch out and threw light on the shadow and watched it disappear [...]
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