BookedOutSundays · Week #3 : A Day in the Life

The alarm went off. With the new routine that’s been in practice long enough now to stop putting the “new” infront, there’s enough “5 more minutes” snoozes she could still afford. Yet feeling wide awake, she reached for her phone to move on to the next item on her list: the first scroll of the…

BookedOutSundays · Week #2 : The Glass on the Edge of a Table

For an old guest house so cheap, the place looked exceptionally clean and organized. The lobby held minimal furniture, a couch and a desk where the young lady receptionist sat, neatly dressed in what seemed like a uniform and a warm welcoming smile on her face. Her clothes blended so well with the wooden panel…

BookedOutSundays · Week #1 : Ricochet

She laughed. Sitting at a restaurant with her friends, joining them in some joke. She laughed so much it hurt her stomach and made her eyes tear; she closed her eyes in reflex. And there was the darkness again. The endless tunnel and the little girl stumbling in the dark. She wanted to open her…

TLT Week #186: Passing Along

“Oh, I’ve known you my kid; maybe a brunette than blonde, stood here with that same glow in her eyes, beaming with happiness; looked right into my eyes, without having to look upward like you though, for I too was a baby. Walked me to the places I’ve never been to, with the promise that…

TLT Week #187: Coffee Talk

“Even though the emerge of technology is regarded as a leap forward, and everybody wants it to reach each nook and corner of the world and have their country stand ahead, it’s amusing that when people find us using any of them, they have a peculiar reaction to it. ” “The curiosity can be about…

Walks down the Memory Lane #1

As kids, we were allowed to sleep in on Sundays since it’s a no-madrasa-no-school day. When I wake up to the eastward window view at sunup, it was mostly because of the light rays poking on my eyes, or my mom’s tickling (nothing else worked on waking me up, and scaring wasn’t her style). The…

Mood Rants #1 Mental Health

Facebook timeline so full of how important is mental health, how you should watch out for people around you and extend help, how you should ask for help or even cry for it, how people are ready to give help and details about symptoms, signs, and do and don’ts on depression. I guess it’s about…

The Beach Life Memoirs #5

The Lighthouse Lighthouses are endlessly suggestive signifiers of both human isolation and our ultimate connectedness to each other. – Virginia Woolf ~So this is our lighthouse; yeah our college’s private beach has even a lighthouse of it’s own which has a breathtaking view from its top. One of the first things we did after coming…

TLT Week #95: The Vintage Vacation

Although everyone was skeptical about the entire trip plan for our romantic vacation which included countryside stay, local cuisine, gadget-free life and many other exciting yet purportedly dangerous adventures, the forest crossing at night on horseback was the one they found the most bizarre but we, per contra, were most excited for. All night he…

The Beach Life Memoirs #4

  “Harder a wave hit the rocks, The higher it rises afterwards!” – Aishah Naaz ~Evenings are breathtakingly beautiful a scene here. The sun finally calling it a day and bidding adieu with the promise of returning very next day; splashing colours all over the sky. The sea reflects it all, making every goodbye memorable….

The Beach Life Memoirs #3

Melt the Rock Heart 💓 “How many waves for how long it might’ve taken for the sea to finally melt the rock down in the middle to meet the sandy shore? Who might’ve convinced the sea to try harder despite all the pain of hitting the rock over and over again, that someday the rock…

The Beach Life Memoirs #2: The Invader

“Sea is the most patient conquerer; it keeps invading the land ever so slowly that you won’t notice until it reaches your own feet.” – Aishah Naaz   ~ Yet another morning walk during mid semester exams a couple of months back; I went there early morning to study in peace with my Algebra books,…