Melkita’ Ulamun
My mother was an amazing and brilliant musician. Music was her only ally in the long pitifully sad and abandoned evenings. She used to sing and play music to ease her weary mind and...
Author: Mariah
The Boy In the Library
There is something romantic about the Central Library. The world is always quiet in there. The perfect tranquillity of life and the odour of knowledge and emotions resting calmly between the crispy pages. The...
The Grey Suit
Marcus was bending over the table which was covered with photographs from the crime scenes, forensic reports, press cuttings and a bundle of files. His shoulders were aching and his spine felt like it...
Joie de Vivre
Grace was sitting at Café de Flore wearing a Marilyn Monroe shirt, reading Colette. The red upholstered benches, mahogany, mirrors, and marble walls, she adored the place. “Bonjour ma belle”, a cute waiter served...
The Attic
“All my life you have been choosing everything for me. The clothes I wear, the food I eat, people who I hang out with, even what subjects should I study at school. Everything. You...
A Burning Dream
Mike was sitting at Starbucks, swaying to smooth jazz, peacefully sipping his coffee and staring at the screen of his Mac. The rhythm of other writers tap-tapping away on their keyboards, the hissing of...
A Space Aubade
Anne had always been different from others. She always wondered beyond the endless skyline, to see the blue and what existed out there. She always desired to escape from the prison-house of the known...
Wetwood Inn
It was a chilly Thursday night in Wetwood with the cosmic display twinkling in all its beauty. Streets were eerily empty, only a dark shadow was moving across the spindly pine trees lining the...
Red Tea-Party
We were having dinner when my father announced, “Tomorrow we are going to visit the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib in Kartarpur.” I burst with excitement and joy, “really, baba?” Many of my friends have been...
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