Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gull Khanโs soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar, blew a mouthful of air into its chimney, and after adding a pinch of salt in the tea, she dropped the lid back with a shrill clank. The steam that leapt out spread a milky smell across the…
Zendburgh Zevane is buried under a three-inch-thick sheet of fluffy white snow; it is snowing hard and silence weighs down the air, save few faint and intermittent dog barks. A rigid tall man scurries through the Thallstreet, crackling the snow beneath his feet, making the sound akin to a mouth chewing on a thousand grains…
Salmaโs father shivered with cold as it was raining outside. He wore a tired look and lazily stroked his unkempt beard. Seated on a wooden bench he began biting his fingernails. When called in by the doctor he signed the papers with his trembling hand and marked the date (1/12/1991) under his crooked name and…
I am coming for you, riding on this black stallion, in this moonlit night, and I am wandering at the hill, just a few gallops shy from your resort. Do you remember that cursed night, when I beheld you on the furthest of the churchyards, on the bleakest of nights when the wolves howled and…
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This story cannot start with โOnce upon a timeโ. Some stories, you must understand, do not have a beginning. You just walk into them as you walk into a dream; at an arbitrary point in time and space. As you have walked into this one. And the first thing you see is a Chinar…