The Spat

‘Get the fuck out of my life!’ she growled. ‘I am tired of you, your delusional debates, your filthy mind, and your hideous appearance. I just want to get rid of you. So for your own sake, get out of my fucking life!’ ‘You won’t find solace in this contaminated world, Amelia. Here I am;... Continue Reading →

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Miya Jellaluddin and the Lost Child – Part One

“What comes will go. What is found, will be lost again but what you are, is beyond coming and going and beyond description” - Rumi His chaupaal was busy; kids chasing sprightly chickens, dogs sunbathing peacefully and Miya relishing his sugarless tea while sitting on his squeaky chair. The dreadful civil war in Birsa had just ended a month... Continue Reading →

Alizeh

‘You promised me’ she cried ‘how could you do this?’ She was just a kid and maybe it was time to tell her the truth. Alizeh perhaps was reluctant. She did not want her daughter to contemplate much. Sarah was her only treasure and Alizeh did not want it to lose its shine. ‘Baby, I... Continue Reading →

The Corporate Bitch

 He sat at his desk with tears in his eyes. Broken, shattered and tired, he wanted to go home and lock himself up. With no strength to carry on, he continuously stared at the clock on his screen. All his life he had been a corporate bitch; a tail wagging helpless creature that would leave no... Continue Reading →

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