SHORT STORY| MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST – Part Three

(I) The sisters didn’t speak of the confidence sharing or the fragile moment of overt affection that they had bestowed on one another. But for Aliya there was now, added to the light footedness of new love, also the bouyant warmth of a sisterhood that had matured, mellowed overnight from the abrasive harshness of aContinue reading “SHORT STORY| MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST – Part Three”

SHORT STORY | MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST – Part Two

(I) Aliya and Saira had cousins in high places; their mother’s brother owned a prestigious ad agency. While their uncle was a prominent presence in many a corporate board room, his wife and children had donned the mantle of the most formidable movers and shakers on the flambouyant party circuit. The Lahore party scene wasContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST* – Part One

(I) Aliya opened one bleary eye to glance at the clock on her bedside table. It was just past 6 O’ clock. She felt a familiar quickening of her pulse as she thought of the day ahead, the obstacles to be surmounted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There was nothing onContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MOHABBAT MEIN TWIST* – Part One”

VERSE | OUR WORLD IS GOING TO POT

Our blue green world is going to POTNot the stuporous, cheering kindThe elating, fascinating kindThe happily beclouding kindThe angst all a-blurring sortNo, all that it certainly is notBut our world is going to POTNot the souffle baking sortNot the healthy steaming kindNot the chicken tikka fryNor the chuck roast braising sortNo, none of that comfortingContinue reading “VERSE | OUR WORLD IS GOING TO POT”

SHORT STORY| ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part Two

(I) ‘There you are! I’ve been looking all morning for you!’, said a chirpy Rizwan when he finally saw Sana. Sana grinned back, still cloaked in her haze of joy. She had been assigned to the locker area in the basement for the day since the regular staff had called in sick. ‘We’re going outContinue reading “SHORT STORY| ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part One

A babble of raised voices filtered upstairs from the salon on the ground floor. Sana looked up from the video she was watching on her phone and wondered if it was another begum of leisure who was throwing a hissy fit. How she hated this raucous upheaval of the sanctity of her home. Why couldn’tContinue reading “SHORT STORY | ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part One”

SHORT STORY| AE JAZBA-E-DIL GAR MEIN CHAHOON – Part Two

It was at lunch during the Taxila trip that someone brought up Malala’s latest Vogue interview in which she had, among other things, voiced her opinion on the tradition of marriage. The group was split right down the middle with their sentiments on the Pakistani activist’s preferences on relationships. Arslan and Tabassum were in oppositeContinue reading “SHORT STORY| AE JAZBA-E-DIL GAR MEIN CHAHOON – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| AE JAZBA-E-DIL GAR MEIN CHAHOON – Part One

Dedicated to all the Malalas* of the world – to the ones who have already risen like phoenixes and the ones that are getting there. May you be ever bigger than the boxes you are put in. May you dream, grow and glow. Tabassum sat in her lounge, painting her nails while the lilting strainsContinue reading “SHORT STORY| AE JAZBA-E-DIL GAR MEIN CHAHOON – Part One”

VERSE | CORONA NON GRATA

Lockdowns, inbound, not allowed to go out.While Queen Corona, that prima donna gaily traipses all about. She’s making sure we don’t forget Her microscopic savageness!So she merrily mutates every 60 daysIn Vietnam, Brazil, India and the UK.I do despise her with a passion so! That dung of Newt; that Toady’s toe!I tried to see theContinue reading “VERSE | CORONA NON GRATA”

SHORT STORY|THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA* – Part Two

(I) Qasim Khan, together with his brother, Zahid Khan lived in their ancestral home in Peshawar. Their children had grown up together, with of course the virtues of restraint and inhibition instilled from the very beginning into every girl child. As providence had it, there were only two girls born in Mishal’s generation – soContinue reading “SHORT STORY|THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA* – Part Two”

SHORT STORY|THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA* – Part One

Qasim Khan sat in Mother Gertrude’s office, silent, motionless and without a trace of any emotion on his stoic, weather-beaten face. He had been especially summoned by the Principal of the all girls missionary school in the mountain resort town of Murree. After the sanctification of the Church in 1857, missionary schools had mushroomed acrossContinue reading “SHORT STORY|THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA* – Part One”

SHORT STORY|SERENDIB LODGE – Part Two

The advances, hesitant at first, became more tenacious and vigorous as Sherry Kumar began to actively pursue Manel. She, for her part, was first puzzled, then agitated and finally began to perform a series of vanishing acts which left her breathless and her pursuer more ardent than ever before. This relentless cat and mouse chaseContinue reading “SHORT STORY|SERENDIB LODGE – Part Two”