Fable Factory / So long, goodbye
13 July 2023
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The Last Few Fries
13 July 2023
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Fable Factory / Love will live
6 July 2023
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Fable Factory / Storytellers
6 July 2023
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Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow
22 June 2023
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Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
22 June 2023
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Death of a novelist
15 June 2023
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Fable Factory / Blurry artwork
8 June 2023
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Fable Factory / Droplets of eternity
8 June 2023
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Upside Down world
1 June 2023
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SHOUT
Rainwater Tea
Do we measure the leaves first? Or do we pour the water?
2 December 2020
Hair Fall Horror
We regret and regret all the hair that's been shed.
25 November 2020
Baghdad Diaries
The elevator door wheezes open after a high-pitched ping and I step inside, looking at the tip of my shoes while others flood in behind me.
25 November 2020
Memoir of a Songbird Named Childhood
I've always loved painting sunset as it was filled with so many colours. I loved colours. I'd use as many colours as I could to make the paintings alive.
18 November 2020
Monstrous Scallipses
Monstrous Scallipses only comes out during the night,
18 November 2020
Teascape
Zainab took the cup in her hands and flinched when the heat burned into her fingers. She brought it to her lips, tasting the flavour.
11 November 2020
Solitude and Company
The emptiness in all its glorious necromancy
Falls prey to silence and its sole command.
4 November 2020
New game or exit?
Al drew his last breaths as his consciousness drifted into a cold, silent, yet uncomfortable abyss.
4 November 2020
You are beautiful, Dhaka
Today, as I hail a rickshaw and as it slowly paddles across an alley and then flits out onto a busy road, my mother's word echoes along with my little silver jhumkas in the air. And thus starts my game.
28 October 2020
The Sunset
The celestial light, burning my skin; Reminding me how to feel, ridding me of all sin.
21 October 2020
Building of Life
If it wasn't for the building with the lit up windows, she may have faded into the nothingness that wallowed around her.
21 October 2020
Bottles of Waves
Mr. Hakim was a very strange man for three things: he seldom spoke, he always smiled and he sold bottles of waves.
14 October 2020
Snakes and Ladders
“Whose face did you wake up to this morning?”
7 October 2020
The Umbrella Woman
She would stay around here, in case he came back for it. She decided. What harm would a few moments do?
30 September 2020
Another day, another dollar
The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
23 September 2020
About Time
She saw something one moment.
23 September 2020
Old Man’s Beard
I do not miss going to work, but I miss being young – not like the leftover puzzle pieces from several different sets jammed into one, never quite fitting.
16 September 2020
To you, Bhatu dadu
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
9 September 2020
What is oomph?
"I just don't think there is any 'oomph' between us, you know?"
2 September 2020
Slumber of Intoxication
A strange incense fills in,
Stars veiled by the cluster of clouds.
2 September 2020