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”

VERSE| THE WOODEN BENCH

We have all, at some time or another been overwhelmed, overpowered, bested by our grief, anxiety and wretchedness. At those times, some of us have also been lucky enough to have that one place where we have, for a while, found some degree of quietude and peace. This is a tribute to those secret littleContinue reading “VERSE| THE WOODEN BENCH”

VERSE| A Conversation with the Universe

I ask you if you’re HappyYou say that you ALMOST are …But for that deal still stuck in the pipeline; The car you’ve had your eye on;Of someday getting into the privileged fold With a house in a gated neighbourhood. I ask you if you’re Hopeful You say that you ALMOST are …But for theContinue reading “VERSE| A Conversation with the Universe”

VERSE| I AM ALRIGHT

You ask me if I’m alright …I am alright, but the stabbing ache in my heart is not alright.You ask me if I’m ok …I am ok, but the stranglehold of despair around my throat is not ok You ask me if I’m fine …I am fine, but the icy grip of fear in myContinue reading “VERSE| I AM ALRIGHT”