She taught my kisses to lie

Lights drip off the wall, fluorescent and fluid, setting the ground afire...

You were never born to die in mint condition.

There's a certain beauty in the incomprehensible

Respite never quite caught up...

“But Mother, when will I play?” The little boy questioned his mother after she gave him his list of things to do throughout the day. Mother sighed and looked disappointed.

Iqbal woke with a start as the Airbus A380 touched the runway at John F Kennedy Airport. Sadat was already awake.

Quietly her well-crafted words took over.

The clock bell rang

Ratul parked his motorcycle on the footpath next to the school gate. It had been long since he came here but not much seemed to have changed.

Perhaps I left my heart on that corner chair

There was an enormous crowd in front of the Great Palace. King Ogeron had thrown a feast, welcoming everyone in his kingdom to celebrate the...

When the old bard walked into the theatre, his brother Uil and the King were already seated in the first row. As he took the stage for the last time ...

“Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow.” -- Pearl Jam, 'Man of the Hour'

Mom slapped me hard on my face. I only asked her the direction to the West. She asked, “What for?'' The six year-old I said, “To lay down a cloth. I will offer my namaz.”

There was a ceramic teacup tucked between the pots of money plant and bougainvillea. It had an intricately designed golden rim around the top and was taken from a set of five identical ones.

Obsession revered her eyes

The taste of Rooh Afza lingers on my tongue -Sweetened but insipid

I wonder how you make your decisions. Do you just throw the dice?

Hasin doesn't like winter. He hates the snow, which is whiter than his pale skin. The snowflakes that plague the streets and the trees and every other place Hasin settles his eyes on are like feathers shed by a disgraced angel from heaven.