Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Nostalgia
“Sadaf, what's Ylang Ylang?"
Sadaf glanced up from the test papers that she had been correcting and saw her younger sister who looked confused sitting on the rocky chair.
Zoya was twenty three years old and had lost her eyesight a year back. It had taken her few months to fully cope with the blindness and get on with her life. Sadaf had given Zoya refuge in her home when her fiancé broke up their engagement.
"Ylang Ylang? It's a perfume tree valued for its fragrance."
Zoya seemed to think about this for a moment. "Oh. What does it smell like?"
"It smells like..."
Sadaf brushed a kiss over her cheek, closing her eyes for a moment as a flowery scent wafted over her.
"Ylang Ylang?" Sadaf asked, stroking her soft hair, the source of the fragrance. It must be her shampoo.
She nodded.
"Sadaf?"
She blinked, having momentarily forgotten that her sister was still there.
"I'm sorry. You asked about Ylang Ylang, right?"
"Yes. What does it smell like? Jasmine? Rose? Lily?" Zoya asked.
"It smells really nice. Not exactly like any other flower. It's different."
"What do you mean by different?" Zoya asked.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Till Death Do Us Apart
Shawn was an enigma to
Ariana.
From the second he met
her, he managed to crawl his way right into her heart, where he resided
peacefully and comfortably.
It started off cold,
with her rejecting him at first, thinking he was nothing but a crazy fool who
had literally put his own life in danger just so she'd agreed to go out with
him.
She still remembers the
conversation that happened.
'If you're expecting me to go out with you, then I'll have
to tell you straight. You are not the right guy for me. I want a man, not a boy
who thinks he can... Now let go of my hand. You are not the right guy for me.'
But then Shawn did the
most bizarre thing ever which made her changed her mind. He jumped off the seat
of his car and started crossing the crowded road backwards, with the vehicles
driving by, just looking at her and asking her to go on a date with him.
She had no other option
but to accept his request. She had no idea though that her life had changed
forever with her acceptance.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Alone
I can't take it anymore
It's beyond my comprehension
I copulate with my hand
Pretending that it is you
But it ain't you and I suffer
My bed is a proof of my
Fantasies unfulfilled
Lust insatiable
You alone could fathom
The danger of my yearning
The rage of my wish
My mind is laded
With our visions of
Intertwined embrace
Unifying our
Blood, sweat, tears and cum
Until we are one
Forever, night after night, alone
I copulate with my hand
Pretending that it is you
But it ain't you and I suffer
I know I cannot have you
All I have is ME
Saturday, June 15, 2013
WeChat With Anyone, Anywhere!
Indiblogger has given me an
opportunity to speak with five different people, dead, alive or fictional, using
WeChat and I’ll use this opportunity to call those five people, whom my
autistic younger brother always wanted to speak with, in order to convince them to come to my younger brother’s 14th
birthday.
Everybody has a hidden desire to
connect with their role models, who have inspired them to do something big in
life and lead a healthy and happy life. My brother’s choice of role
models may sound a bit childish. But they have inspired him and taught him to
never quit and fight for his rights, to make others happy, to be obedient and
many other things. The five people I would talk to on my WeChat group are as
follows:-
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