What are we but the stories that we carry.
The perception of myself as an upright man shattered as memories from the past flooded in. I wanted to distract myself from this train of thoughts. My thumb reached for the volume button on the steering wheel. I raised the volume, the music sounded familiar.
For what do we go through all the pains in life and at the very end does it make sense at all. Does everything fall in place like a jigsaw puzzle perfectly. Or this whole sense of being isn’t supposed to mean anything at all.
There’s a popular myth from where I come from. They say if you gift a blade to someone that very blade cuts off ties with the person who gifted it to you.
It was past midnight, we were heading back from a party that night. It was just the both of us in the car and I was dropping her off at her place. She was pissed that I couldn’t get myself to exchange even the basic courtesies with her friends at the party. I knew they... Continue Reading →
Ever thought how a baby with that pretty skin would grow old and wrinkly over the years. The lovely joyful twinkling in the eye of a toddler grows into those infinitely sad melancholic eyes. The transition through the years is magical in a way, tragic in many.
She dropped by at my studio that day. A day I remember like it was just yesterday. It wasn't unusual for her to visit my studio for it was on her way and she just loved to have a chat and I could never say "no" no matter what my schedule and appointments be. That... Continue Reading →
Time lost and opportunities missed, can never be made upto by any alternative later. Time is of the essence and opportunities are time bound. Losing time and chances can have regrets and rightly should. Those that claim to not have had any regrets aren’t being completely honest to themselves. Who hasn’t, and why shouldn’t we... Continue Reading →
“ I like the couplet he had written for his own tombstone, even after all these years I’m still in awe of it” he replied.
Reciting the sorrowful poems without the slightest of slip. Beating their chests in perfect military sync, not a single beat off. The elderly move with melancholic look on their faces and lowered gaze.
Born to the landlord of a suburb of the capital of the erstwhile state of Hyderabad. I couldn’t enjoy the company of my father for long; he passed away when I was just thirteen. After his passing away my mother left me in the care of my sister’s husband who was a high ranking official... Continue Reading →
With the recent invasion of technology in our personal lives the worse hit I believe is the process of love. The emotions associated with love seem to be expressed differently now. Love as an emotion cannot be altered as such for man was born to love and learnt everything else in it’s path. But the... Continue Reading →
The cliff overlooked the necropolis where we met. The breeze under the neem tree in the hot summer sun made it a very pleasant place. Irritable she thought of that place as it was afar and it only made me like it more. In that displeased moment of hers she asked me, “Why such huge... Continue Reading →
They say graphologists were a thing in the past, they could tell your personality traits by looking at your handwriting. A good graphologists probably could do a complete character analysis they say. Don't know about that but smokers you can tell by what and how they smoke. A good smoker will always have his matchbox... Continue Reading →
Neither a box of chocolates nor a toy not even a bag of chips, it’s just pure unadulterated love he has for me. In return I have no expectations from him either, I don't look at him as my retirement plan nor do I place the burden of my incomplete dreams on his tiny shoulders
there was none on that flat piece of open land except the father and the son, all the other men stay put behind the trees, even the son's cavalry following him stopped on seeing the Lord’s banner. The horses of the father and the son now galloped towards each other, and even from that distance the father could see the surprise on his son’s face which quickly was followed by a gleeful smile on seeing him.
I remember my uncle once narrating an event from his younger years . It was when his colleague after a major accident of his wasn’t acting very normal. My uncle and some of his friends took him to a psychiatrist in the hope that the doctor would pat his back and send him home saying... Continue Reading →
Now, this particular ghazal would be roughly around eight centuries old. And from the little I understood it was as though he was talking about a supermodel from the current era but delicate like the petals of a flower
“Don’t tell me you were seeing yourself in that guy all along” “Ohh please, I was never that good looking and she was definitely prettier than that anorexic potti”
It is nothing more than a habit these days that I go looking for books and magazines at the Sunday bazaar. The once buzzing Sunday market has now been reduced to just a few hawkers selling film fare and other celebrity scandal magazines. Rest of it has now been taken over by hawkers who... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember,I have found rains to be interesting. The sound of rain on the earth, the scent of the soil getting wet. Rains can be anything but its a season which is unarguably the most interesting seasons of all. We were enjoying our drinks in the evening of mid June... Continue Reading →
We all have dilemmas of sorts in our day to day lives, some being more serious than the others. But the question that looms is irrespective of what decision we make in the aftermath of the dilemma is weather these thought processes of us are a battle of good and evil we hold inside us... Continue Reading →
On the morning of the seventeenth of August, I wake up later than usual as it was a Sunday. my eyes hardly open I look for my pair of glasses using my tactile senses and no visual help. I find myself in the same state of hangover of reminiscence that I have had in for... Continue Reading →
Architecture Making a Difference From times immemorial architecture has been perceived as an art contributing to structures which have become symbols of culture,religion and politics of the area these were dedicated to .Architectural achievements form an important link to the historic civilizations in public... Continue Reading →
In the lawn of the coffee bar that summer night my client and I met to discuss the informal part of our contract that couldn't be discussed with our teams till the rest was finalized. I liked this place for... Continue Reading →
syed alamdar hussain 