SHORT STORY | THE FALL – (A Prequel)

T = 0 December 24th, 2022 Despite its inherent catastrophic nature, the end had come quickly, almost mechanically. Its very swiftness had robbed it of the tragedy and chaos that usually accompany annihilation events. Some say it had started with the largely unnotable skirmish on the Russo-Ukrainian border. President Putin had fallen gravely ill atContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE FALL – (A Prequel)”

SHORT STORY | THE FALL

The AM star was just peeping out over the horizon. Soon it would envelope all and sundry in its orange-blue glow. I woke up as the motorised blinds whooshed back into their dark recesses near the ceiling and a shimmering oval of light perched on the left side of my forehead like a glittery fascinator*.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | THE FALL”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Three

(I) The girls were finally on their way to hut number 76 in Hawks Bay. The beach itself remained a largely elusive thing even as their driver left the bustling highway and turned off towards the coast. The traffic was just as snarly as on the main road as six and eight wheeler goods transportContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Three”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Two

(I) It has to be said here dear reader, that Sophia was not exactly a tomboy, but neither did she exude the ripe femininity of a femme fatale – she lacked the necessary airs and graces required for that delicate drama. Ironically however, it was this very lack of the obvious, the normative and theContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part One

The alarm went off like a screaming banshee, putting an end to Sophia’s dawn time dreams. She had chosen this whining, grating sound to wake up to when she’d got her new phone two years ago, and had kept it; like a sadistic reminder of the torturously early mornings that she had to endure. SheContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part One”

SHORT STORY|VELVET DREAMS – Part Two

(I) It was Torturesome Thursday today. The day appointed for the once a week dinner at his father’s house; the house Saqib grew up in and one that he now felt an intense dislike for. But it was an obligatory chore set in stone by his domineering father. Only hospitalisation and out of town visitsContinue reading “SHORT STORY|VELVET DREAMS – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | VELVET DREAMS – Part One

Saqib Zaka looked at the sheet of paper in his hands. He stared at the short pithy statements that descended down its length, as they looked back at him accusingly, tauntingly. There was some colour on the paper too – an angry red gash against three of the statements. Four-letter gashes in fact, that hadContinue reading “SHORT STORY | VELVET DREAMS – Part One”

SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part Two

In late August Nighat met someone at a niece’s wedding; a retired colonel who, after ten years living abroad, had returned to spend his twilight years in the relative comfort of his family home in Pindi. At seventy, Dilawar Khan had already been a widower for the last twenty years, and his two grownup childrenContinue reading “SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part One

Nighat pumped the accelerator and the clutch in frustration. The traffic on Murree road at this time was absolutely crazy. The end-of-school rush was upon everyone and it was mostly the hapless parents or their designated drivers who were on the road at this time. The only other people who dared to brave the snakingContinue reading “SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part One”

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 royal 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 | 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”