At night, a parliament of ghosts recline on her chest the ghost of Failures from the Distant Past the ghost of Every Deflated Hope the absent seat where the ghost of Snatched Innocence used to sit but these days it is occupied with a sign: 'Too wise for this bullsh*t, see ya when I see… Continue reading Day 31: Ghosts
It's better to be alone than in bad company but you seem to take it to a new dimension Infamous for revelling in your menace you have your cake and eat it too. You're bad company, and still they flock to you Tell me: why must the good suffer?
When you laugh that hearty laughter with your head knocked back and call me a funny cow. When you kiss my hands because they cook your favourite food. When you just know something's not right within milliseconds of looking at my depressed 'boothi' (mug) When you nurse me back to health (and even when you… Continue reading Day 29: Wedded
I feel like today's prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be. I'm making fun of it now because after two years of living in quietude, I feel like I can talk about it as if it… Continue reading Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost
He necks the water. His shaking hands clutch the glass until his fingertips turn pale, entirely drained of blood. She remains motionless. Her two children clutch her legs. The television cable sits sprawled across the floor, claiming innocence of the crimes committed.
You were a January baby. I should have known then. I should have known you would clash with my May sensibilities. You, ruled by Saturn, would one day eclipse my entity. You, no doubt, would diminish all warmth held for you. Why couldn't I see? Because I'd prayed so fervently for you by the night… Continue reading Day 24: January
The Five Types of Mother In Laws
The succulent, sizzling meat has been garnered with wild herbs. We'll generously drizzle gravy over it just to really enhance the already-rich taste. A great addition to the dish, by the way, is a lovely side of veg. Roasted potatoes or some greens compliment it well but that doesn't mean you can't use more unconventional… Continue reading Day 22: Dinner
She took extra time grooming herself that day, causing annoyance to her siblings who grew exhausted banging on the bathroom door. Bathed in the scents of ittar, hands and feet stained with henna and kohl smudged in her eyes, she then proceeded to dress in her best garments: a ferozi shalwar kameez with a white… Continue reading Day 21: A blind date
How romantic! The perfect love story... I thought, Reading those enthralling tales of lovers long forgotten Forgetting God is nearer than the jugular vein & the unsaid prayer on my tongue's tip Was granted by the Giver who hears all Let me clarify, there is nothing romantic in these prolonged years of separation This grief… Continue reading Day 20: An unsaid ‘wish’ answered
Dearest loves, Change comes in many forms, but your betrayals are the kind of change my heart is becoming accustomed to. Yours no more, Z.
At the school gates, two girls were trying to sneak past the on-duty teacher. Zarmeene slowly sipped on her bottle of lukewarm water while observing their efforts come to fruition. A group of boys successfully distracted the teacher, sauntering past her with a hi-fi deck - resting on one boy's shoulder- blasting obscene rap songs.… Continue reading Day 18: ‘Tunnels’
You spend most of your life feeling everything with intensity - like the chafing of a raw cut. Your eyes pay the price of their negligence, they pay in pearls scavenged from your soul's deepest caverns And you pray to Him to just please, please make this go away. Once it's dulled, once you no… Continue reading Day 16: Tears
These days you are nearer to me yet still far from grasp like the lingering perfume of a stranger passing by like standing still in an open field, watching f e a t h e r s floating by.
He's been standing outside for the past 15 minutes. He doesn't knock on the door. He doesn't know that I know.
The weathered hay stacks tremble ever so slightly. Night stirs and the day’s first light breaks through like the fingers of a lover, running his hands through the dark locks of his beloved.
I've been waiting an age. I need you desperately. Each time a tribulation stands before me, I'm reminded of how incapable my girl shoulders are. My mind wanders to you - no matter how many times I admonish it - wishing you were here to show me the right way and hold me up.… Continue reading Day 5: Lessons learnt from ‘Time’
Forget multi-tasking, I can't even do two things at once these days. I tried putting my seat belt on and instead, swallowed the chewing gum I'd only just popped into my mouth. So much for trying to avoid car sickness. For the rest of the journey, I could feel the ball of gum lodged in… Continue reading Day 4: ‘Candy Wrapper’, kind of.
The evening sun settling into my hair; brown eyes glittering reflections of Kashmiri mountains against the horizon. Nestled amid valleys of white gold, our small yet cosy home My own little vegetable patch Your vehicles of choice lined up outside Our children's giggles skipping across and under and over, the kittens, chicks, billy goats scampering… Continue reading Day 3: ‘Horses’, ghodiya da shonk
Heyoh! Like I don't punish you guys enough by rambling on, I've decided to begin a 30 day writing challenge this October. Is it considered cheating if I've already sketched out some ideas for the first few days? I'm not worried that I'll stop after day 4 and embarrass myself (okay, I am a little… Continue reading October Writing Challenge