Once there were two friends, Love and Respect. They considered themselves equal and inseparable. But deep down, Love secretly felt superior. Respect always felt this strain on their friendship. It chose to remain quiet. Years passed. Lives changed. Love crumpled in the tough tides of time. It’s skin sagged and limbs trembled. It lay … More Two friends
Read the original feature on : The Purple Fig ************************************************** “You look just like Munnoo!”said my grandma several years ago. She always called my mom using her childhood nickname. I was standing in my mom’s kitchen, with my back facing her. “Really?” I laughed in surprise. It was probably the way my hair was … More I discovered that I am my Mother’s Daughter
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.
Anna’s intense concentration stopped the habitual quiver in her fingers as she formed a tiny tower of wooden blocks. Tooth-less and teeth-filled smiles of her now,possibly decades old children gawked at Telsa from the surrounding walls of Anna’s room. Telsa nervously shifted in her seat when those infant eyes met her’s. Anna didn’t like that anyone stared at … More Short-story: Playing Jenga for love.
Nida Khan Writes 