“The orient of light”

Although certain facts are crystal clear and are more obvious than an apple being an apple, certain facts strike you with a ferocious force, putting all your thought processes back into action. It probably is because of the mélange of ways in which a certain aspect of an entity can be described. Continue reading


“Just another believer”

Yet again, as every bit starts to fall apart, after every bit decides to not pick up again and every bit decides to die, and every nook of hope disappears, things start to pick up again and those radiant flames are turned into cold ashes and smoke; a manifestation of where those radiant flames once were. Continue reading

“Thank you for being my hope”

Recently, questions have whipped up areas in my mind and an excruciating pain has settled its roots. It is not only other people who take the liberty to intrude into the little sphere I inhabit, instead it is me myself too. I myself am the culprit. In this moment, I feel a barrier that separates me from me. There is a part within me which remains locked and is inaccessible. It may or may not possess certain jewels. Continue reading

“I love you dad”

It has nearly been 5 years since my dad left this world, and there has not been a day in which I have not missed him. Every memory remains clearly engraved on my mind; at the worst of times, flashing images associated with that incident strike my mind at a blinding pace. To some extent, I have become a prisoner of my own past, longing to relive the moments already gone by. That longing will only remain a longing. Some wishes cannot come true. It is for this reason that understanding the essence of situations started to become more significant to me. Apart from this, nothing could have really offered me a consolation to vanquish that dreadful day in my life. Continue reading

“Girl issues can kill”

Sat on the cosy sofa, under dark lights impersonating a tarot card reader’s place, three children of age 14 were causing a ruckus to sit next to granddad Ans Khurram. It was 8pm, the grand dad story telling time. After 15 minutes, the little conflict was resorted, and Ans Khurram sighed with relief. Just before Ans Khurram narrated a story, his eyes narrowed- this expression was called as Ans Khurram’s wise expression, and his face turned towards the celestial bodies in the sky. Continue reading