As she rummaged through her bag to look for her scarf and cigarettes, Anaaya turned towards the bathroom and shouted, “This can’t keep going on forever, Vidyut. I am not even your wife yet.” Vidyut screamed back, “…and I am just so thankful.” He continued shaving his beard as he readied himself to leave for… Read More Taking a Break
“Do you know what this is?” Urshia asked, the sadness in her eyes evident, though a mild smile played on her lips. “Is this your last gift?” Saffiya asked, as her attention was drawn to the two-in-one cassette player Urshia was holding on her lap. She acknowledged it as the final gift her husband might… Read More Wazul Jhelum
How easy it is for a disillusioned person to acknowledge hope?… Read More A Country Without People
Here’s a micro tale where the keyword to be used is “key” This flash fiction was submitted on Sweek for #microkey… Read More Passion Interrupted
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes, and all is born again. – Sylvia Plath *** I had been running for over an hour, it seemed. Breathless and sweating, also due to the damp summer night heat. I was perspiring through the cotton voile that I was wearing, and the… Read More The Cradle
