Big Deal!

Washing dresses, and cooking some meals. I should be all homely. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I was out somewhere Having the time of my life. Supposedly. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I and this guy started off as friends we remained friends. Until I was not. Big deal! Always there for me. He proposed,…

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My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

“A Life of Pretense” 

I laugh a lot. People take me for a jolly person. it is rather sad that 90% of my giggles are to please my fellows only. I do not restrict my insincere show of emotions to laughing. I have cried for others too. Some of my tears were genuine, others? not so much! If I ever…

Fiction Friday-Remembering Camus!

My son had brought me here. It was quite a long time ago. My joints didn't know what arthritis was back then. Lately, the pain defined them. It was around this time of the year, though which year and on what date, are the details that had escaped me. The one thought that I could…

Good Night! Sleep Tight!

The advancing night was scary, I dreaded sleep, not the nightmares really Opening eyes to another hopeless day Was the thought that terrified me! Image Source: Sadequain's Original Work at Frere Hall, Karachi      

Blankness

Staring at a blank paper, I started my journey. It was interfered at times, With the hysterics of my words. A few thoughts, unconcerned. Then it was a blank screen I stared at a while. Key after key I pressed at times To compose some random lines. I am still staring though. No words or…

Why So Serious?

Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.

Free will, Shcmee will!

All alone in a bathtub, With no water calming my nerves. Naked, I am lying curled up. Foetal style, ready to return. Pure and intact To my mother's womb. I can see, smiling folks Waiting for me to be born. Kick in the air and cry a lot Even if my lungs get torn. Knowing,…