Her hair was exactly the same umber black as hers, so was the chin. For a moment she thought she was staring at a looking glass, except the smile. She didn’t know when she had last smiled like that- carefree, genuine and so full of mirth. Sometimes she thought she had forgotten how to do … Continue reading CHOICES IV : Repercussions
This article is part of a series CHOICES I : Dreams CHOICES II : Expectations “Damn.” Swearing, he crushed the paper in his hands. This had been the 9th one since morning. It wasn’t coming right. Vaguely at the back of his mind he was aware of the reason behind his restlessness, but he didn’t … Continue reading CHOICES III : Decision
This article is a part of a series CHOICES I : Dreams Checking her berth and the number on the ticket she settled herself on the grey seat of the sleeper class. She tucked her bags beneath her seat and hung her wet umbrella on the hook. All mechanically. Lost in her thoughts. The compartment … Continue reading CHOICES II : Expectations
Having worked hard all day to complete the project, she expected that the least he could do was acknowledging her diligence. Yesterday she had reached home at 10 at night, all exhausted from the field trip. In spite of her headache she had sat by her study table collecting and filtering data, connecting factual reference, … Continue reading CHOICES I : Dreams
लिपट तेरे दामन से वो बिटिया यूँ रोने लगी कल तक तेरी परछाई कहने वाली, खुद को पराई कहने लगी खोल तेरा ओढ़ आई एक गुड़िया बासी-सी यादें वो उसकी, आज मेरे अल्फाज़ों में बहने लगी… दर्पण आँखों की तेरी, से खुद को सजाया करती है कभी आँगन में बैठ तेरे जुड़े बनाया करती है … Continue reading पराई बेटी
हर ज़फर में ढूँढा, सफर में ढूँढा इब्तिला में ढूँढा, इब्तिसाम में ढूँढा आफताब में ढूँढा, माहताब मे ढूँढा ढूँढा दर-दर उसे, वो न मिला।। उसके शब में डूबा, शबाब मे डूबा इल्म में डूबा, इतिबार मे डूबा तस्वीर में डूबा, तसव्वुर मे डूबा डूबा गहराईयों में उसके, वो न मिला।। हर ज़ार में … Continue reading वो न मिला
Nothing mattered now. Nothing. And still, everything, now mattered. Trivial things, all of a sudden began to look so much more important. Things like the corridors which were scaled innumerable times, doors which were kicked open on countless occasions and the walls which were embossed upon by their earlier occupants began to present a whole … Continue reading Lost in Translation
