Sunday, 20 October 2013


She ran about the dark corridor that smelt of lotions and drugs. The refrain of anklets echoed like prayers that kept a graveyard alive. Was she destined to spread the ounces of joy to them, who fed on nothing but doses of tabs ? Was her smile the key to their peace ? Questions I din't have answers to! But she was their sunshine, their bundle of joy. And her smile was the shower that pacified the thirst of those weary souls.

But who was she ?? This question was but answered with remorse by all who knew her. Pari, the youngest patient of the Cancer ward. The vilest cruelty of nature. But the word Cancer could mean no more than Cold - the only illness that existed in the world of the 4 year old! Her glass-bell laughter echoed, piercing through the shadow of death and the clutches of crab. Together they saw beds being deserted and corpses being carried away and entry of new migrants. And ironic to all this the girl hoped around embracing the sunny side of life. Her cancer cells healed with the days begone, still, she was unaware of the potency of the crab. But this ignorance gave her the spirit to fight, when the clutch tightened on her again. The bosom now was the cradle for the crab. She fought hard and got off those days too. 

As she grew up to be me, to be crowned the Miss.World, the people hailed the courage of a woman sans her breast, who became synonymous to Beauty! Ignorance indeed was a bliss, I thought to myself! If little Pari wouldn't have hoped around, then I would have been forever confined to the looming darkness of the cancer ward and never would have been blessed with the sunshine and spring! 

Tuesday, 1 October 2013


" And before she knew it, she had hit ‘Send’. It was in her name to be forgotten and she hoped they would forget her. 


Suha had always an air of mist around her. She had her besties, kith and kin, but none did really know her. Like the veil that gave her a mysterious beauty,  the smile that adorned her face curtained her true reflection from the world outside. None but one knew her, too close, too intimate. Her mailbox. She had a strange habit of giving words to her feelings, her innate thoughts in the mail and she would save it as a draft. All that she left unsaid, the incomplete conversations, the feelings she could never give words to, all, found a place in her Draft. Solace she found in this revelation made her heart light. Though she loathed being known by none who claimed to be too dear with her, something in her always curbed her from opening up. 


The day went really bad. Suha was torn at heart. The smile wouldn't let others peep into her sorrow! Emotions overflowed through the QWERTY and the mail was brimming with words synonymous to tears. With moist eyes that blurred her vision she reached for the close button. But the day had more in store for her. And before she knew it, she had hit ‘Send’. She cursed the innovative thirst of men that piled the Earth under a single umbrella. The message was delivered to her BFF list. Mistake, a grave mistake. She didn't know why but still had added the name of all her dear ones, when they asked her to whom she would like to send her mail on DAY 1, she started composing it! 

Having her castle of anonymity shattered in the leaf of an odd moment, she fled the place. For no more her smile would be believed. No more she would be their DEAR one! "

Faizal raised his head to see an elated audience. A smile spread on his face, his dream, was no more to be confined within the bars of his heart.  The words his pen crafted, earned him applause and paved the perfect path to his first publication! Suha was lucky to him, indeed!