In Memory Of …

I long for her touch. Her long slender fingers slid through my sides, devouring pleasure in my smoothness. The touch was always different according to her moods. Writers are moody people. They almost live the characters they write about. She is one hell of a writer. She fiddled with me all through her writing process. … Continue reading In Memory Of …

The Ink Flows Again …

And just as I thought I had completely lost my knack to writing the weather turns blue. The thunderstorm in the morning followed by light showers settled the dust not only outside but inside as well. The green shines a clean & clear glow. The day has moved on towards work but the pleasing laziness … Continue reading The Ink Flows Again …

Life is Like Tea in a Cup meant for Coffee

I am glad I am not an engineer or else the allegory would definitely be “Life is like Water in a Glass meant for Wine!” Isn’t it the truth that we all are in containers that may be not meant for us? A letter from a friend recently put me to thought - Why do … Continue reading Life is Like Tea in a Cup meant for Coffee

Jihad, Holy war or Trojan horse !

Stoic Prose

It’s been a long time since words like terrorism, bombings, jihad and infiltration were not part of the daily headlines. As we sift through words like jihad, al-Qaeda and ISIS in our daily dose of information, we expect news of bombings, suicide squads, gun-fire and destruction. It is almost as if these people have nothing else to do but to follow a chaotic agenda of spreading violence and terror.

I grew up with the legendary tales of Robin Hood, Asoka, Lord Ram, Akbar, and Shah Jahan and recited the poetry of Khayyam and Mirza Galibh. Their beautiful words had a resonating impact on me. I imagined them as a part of my ancestry. It never dawned or seemed important to me that Robin Hood was actually British, and that Akbar, whose chaste Urdu in times of grief and anger resembled my grandfather’s, did not even belong to me or my…

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