Monday, July 6, 2020

The Death Wandering by the Dal

On the bulge of Amira Kadal, I stare at the fish in their basket, murmuring between themselves about their estrangement from...

The Notebook

It was time. The time; when I fell in love with the fall of darkness, when dying light of the day...

The Dyer’s Day Out

Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gull Khan’s soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar, blew a mouthful of...

The Man Who Died Twice

Zendburgh Zevane is buried under a three-inch-thick sheet of fluffy white snow; it is snowing hard and silence weighs down the...

The Case of an Unmarried Mother

Salma’s father shivered with cold as it was raining outside. He wore a tired look and lazily stroked his unkempt beard....

The Gravedigger’s Burial

I am coming for you, riding on this black stallion, in this moonlit night, and I am wandering at the hill,...

A Fairy Tale

             This story cannot start with “Once upon a time”. Some stories, you must understand, do not have a beginning. You...

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