Life. Travels. Books. And everything in between.

Fiction

Part.

“Talaaq..” Dumbfounded. .

The last goodbye

His hands wobble. Her blood smeared letter kisses the floor.

Look at the sky..

Look at the sky..

Like a notorious child Sun paints my house red, the streets, the sky & the sea.

the Bygones.

the Bygones.

“I knew you’d come,” he said with the air of formality as I pulled the chair to make myself comfortable.

The Rendezvous.

We met. Smiled at each other.

Take me to the mountains

Take me to the mountains

Night departs, dawn breaks. I wake up to the chorus of chirping of birds a crowing rooster joins in.

The sound of silence

The sound of silence

My heart yearns. You stand next to me, I want to speak but words freeze inside me. You sit in front of me, but my eyes shy away from making the contact.

And words are all I have.

And words are all I have.

Love birds of old had rekindled recently and things had been moving smoothly ever since.