SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two

Over the course of the last year, it had become a weekly tradition for Zubaida and Sikander to meet for lunch at a little restaurant near the Malik Art Studio. There were a handful of safe, soul-restoring places around the city that Zubaida frequented as much for their therapeutic vibes as for their practical purposes.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One

This story may be read as a continuation of an earlier piece of work titled The Sins of Our Fathers. You can read that here: https://theroamingdesi.org/2021/06/09/sins-of-our-fathers-part-one/ Zubaida looked at herself in the mirror as she always did before heading out of her one room apartment; straight into the eyes of her reflection. She passed onContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One”

VERSE | THE SHADES OF LONELINESS

I’ve seen the colours of lonelinessI’ve seen their moldering facesI’ve seen them fill the keening voids Of our broken, scattered places.It’s the grey of the sky just before it descendsIn blinding cascades Of granite and slate While waiting for that one special friend of the heart Who’s gone an infinite distance apart.Gone forever; not comingContinue reading “VERSE | THE SHADES OF LONELINESS”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two

It had been decided. Zubaida would be given to the fallen girl’s family as retribution for the crime. An eye for an eye. Rab Nawaz had no family of his own so his brother, his next of kin, would deliver on the blood loyalty. For Haq Nawaz, there was no land to give away, noContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One

Zubaida looked into the little mirror that hung on a nail on the otherwise bare wall of the room. She took a bit of kohl on her little finger and applied it on her lower eyelids. She thought for a moment of putting a bit of rouge on her lips but decided against it. HerContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One”

SHORT STORY|RIOTOUS LOVE – Part Two

Two weeks after Dharshini’s fall on the dance floor, the pain was gone along with any memory of it and all the wise resolutions made around preserving and safeguarding fragile body parts. Tuesday evening’s dance class was full of kinetic energy and impressive manoeuvres. Everyone had now been in the class for at least aContinue reading “SHORT STORY|RIOTOUS LOVE – Part Two”

SHORT STORY|RIOTOUS LOVE – Part One

Dharshini got into her red Honda Fit, wincing in pain. The visit to the orthopaedic specialist had become essential after a week of agony; her whole right leg throbbed like the devil! She knew she had weak knees, troublesome joints and yet, she’d whirled about that room like her behind was on fire! God! HormonesContinue reading “SHORT STORY|RIOTOUS LOVE – Part One”

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| EUSTACE SHERGILL – Part One

Anita walked into the room with a spring in her step and a song on her lips. Today though, she wasn’t going to belt it out diva style – she was saving her rich alto for the karaoke evening tonight. She stole these evenings of song and meter with the panache of Victorian highway men;Continue reading “SHORT STORY| EUSTACE SHERGILL – Part One”

SHORT STORY| EUSTACE SHERGILL – Part Two

Yousaf Shergill had lost his wife five years earlier to oesophageal cancer. It was quick and matter of fact; she was diagnosed in June and was gone by November of the same year. She had left as she had lived – quietly and discreetly. While Anita had struggled, grieved and then begun to heal asContinue reading “SHORT STORY| EUSTACE SHERGILL – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE GODS OF FURY

Asha adjusted her bra after a final pat on its other, non-fleshy contents; the fifteen thousand rupees now nestling securely in its pendulous grasp. It was the day she had to drop off the rent at her landlord’s house on her way back from work. She smiled widely and catching her reflection in the littleContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE GODS OF FURY”