“Then why in the world are you in the stop?” he snapped, thumped his hand on the side of the bus, and the vehicle tore away at top speed....
The next Saturday, regular as clockwork, Mrs. Di Silva pressed her nose to the glass door, waved at me, came in, and sat on the stool only to fall...
Not just nurses either, interns, doctors, a surgeon or two, too, shockingly enough....
It had been a few days since Mrs. Di Silva had been seen at my office, so I was pleasantly surprised....
Julie first went viral in 2016 after the horrifying videos of her assault at the hands of Jajja Butt, the leader of a Sialkoti criminal gang.....
Dear readers, this week, we present the last episode of ‘Violet vipers’ by Saniyyah Eman. We are sure you will love the ending, as Team Us did....
The conference was called to order by the Hindu editor of a local political magazine....
Bhagwaan aap ki rakhsha karey.” The sentence came to Yusuf through a cloud of memories as clearly as if he’d just read it on the note that was...
When Yusuf entered Makan Taintees for the third time, it was with no suitcase in his hands, no Jaleelah in the house and a camera crew behind him,...
On the third day of the moonlit night and the metal driveway, Yusuf packed his bag after Fajr and left Makan Taintees....
She heard his muffled voice as she sank down onto the lowest stair of the staircase, her heart silent inside her chest....
The incidents that lead up to their reunion are merely hinted at and so are their powers...
The three jeeps were parked in a line in Gali Number Sola, he saw, cutting off Makan Taintees’s front door from either side to form a metal...
Yusuf was taken aback by the rage in the older man’s eyes. “Chacha jaan,” he raised a defensive hand. “You can’t hate my father that much,...
Chachi jaan refused to waste her time with them, mellowing only when he asked her for permission to cook in her kitchen....
Some people in the Mohalla had noticed it and Imam Deen was one of them. He had seen how dull eyes lit up when Jaleelah baji’s handsome Islamabadi...
Pressing it between his lips, he took a few deep breaths before tossing it onto the bed cover and lying down....
There was a small flurry of activity as everyone moved to follow her instruction. When Fareedah Begum reached the stairs to go up to her bedroom....
Overhead, dark, angry clouds had been gathering for some minutes now and by the time Yusuf had reached the bridge.....
When he came to, he was on his bed in Makan Taintees and she was sitting on a wicker stool beside him, engrossed in her book of poetry....
He just came back from the city. They’re closing down everything. In a few hours, Srinagar will be blocked.....
Putting the pencil down on the cold steel swing, he breathed in the cool morning air...
Yusuf opened his mouth to answer her, decided this impertinent speech did not deserve an answer....
Yusuf picked up the tea tray hesitantly. “Chachi jaan, I’ll go gladly but I don’t where to look.....
As Yusuf stood there outside the house, wondering whether he should ring the doorbell again.....
There is a certain beauty to the way she looks when she’s not trying to look pretty......
After seeing Sethi inside and making sure the house had everything they might need in the next few days, Ghazni took his leave.....
“About,” he began, fingering the trigger inside his pocket slowly. “About, well, the picture...”
The next few days passed in a haze. As he finished Mrs. Sethi’s forehead and started painting her nose....
Ghazni inclined his head, eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you trying to do here?
The picture began slowly, with Ghazni discarding one canvas after the other.....
In his pictures, great grandfather looks very sophisticated - more sophisticated....
I trudge to the store and tear the hem off my kameez with my teeth. Soaking it in mineral water from a crate of bottles.....
The person at the other end cuts the call. I look at the small gleaming screen of my phone silently.....
That night, their fighting begins earlier than usual. They scream themselves raw.....
Some nights I wake up screaming into my pillow. Other nights, I don’t go to sleep at all....
Turtles All The Way Down is one of John Green’s less cheerful books, but that would be because TATWD....
The black night was silent and cold, the fog rose in tufts of white from the black road that was wet with dew....
