Tonight, I feel as if winter is leaving. I ask if it’s too early and it whispers with such tranquility that melancholy settles all over me....
During the last days of November when divine melancholy blends in the crimson horizons, she waits for the dawn and dusk, simultaneously.....
And with the name, with the thought, comes the fear, inevitably and unapologetically...
Caught by another vulnerable glint, this wreckage of mirror reeked of serenity as she placed herself near it....
Shattered. The trembling hands, trying to recover the strength they once had.....
The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.....
Originally, I sat down to pen down a typical day of Eid in a Pakistani’s life; however, with the passage of time....
Pulling back the satin curtains, she sat back on her bed, sipping the morning delight, her lips curved into a sinister smile....
