I was in Lahore last November. If I close my eyes now to relive some of the city’s glory, I wouldn’t know where to start. What do I remember? What do I smell? What do I taste? What do I miss? For me, as an immigrant, that is probably the single most difficult question. ‘What … More And I keep coming back to you, Lahore.
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I believe in destiny. I believe in the magic of moments. How they merge into one another like sliding droplets of rain collecting at the bottom of a windshield. Forming a little ocean, only you were meant to drink from. Children love to collect things. Most children my age would…
Compassion is overrated. Not because it doesn’t deserve its high position in the virtue ladder. It’s a pure emotion that begins where kindness and empathy end. It is stronger, more powerful, almost magical. Not because we lecture our children about it or because we imagine it to be the solution to all problems. But because … More Wednesday Wiseness: I don’t do Compassion. I only FAKE it.
Dry leaves somersaulted across the road. He crushed the few that landed under his well-worn moccasins. Crunch. Crunch. The sound filled up all the spaces where he felt like a non-writer. The sound pushed past the stale odor of unused ideas. Dug beneath layers of recycled frustration. The sound was a pleasant distraction. He knew … More Short story Fiction : A writer’s muse
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