War Story

The hot air of the beach hit straight to my face, while my body is dehydrated by the sea’s salt. The full moon is light’s supply and I try to bear with the white sand. Probably two or three hours before something happened to me. A candle light dinner is probably the simplest idea you wou  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

 It has been 5 days since he had called for reinforcements. " Where the fuck are they ?....." his mind voice always said. When he enlisted in the army, he didn't do it for one purpose only. There were many. To name a few, it would be for the country, for his family and friends, you know....the   ज्यादा पढ़ें...

When I was a little girl, maybe around eight or nine years old, there was a game that my friends and I used to play together. We called it ‘Hail to the King’ and this was how we played it: One kid would bring his name forward as candidate to be the leader or the ‘king’ of the  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

                I have been called a variety of names over the past few years. Most people call me a traitor or a sycophant, others a collaborator. A Roma woman I once arrested called me a murderer. Many also regard me as a backstabber. All these names would h  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

The Metal Bird in the Sky Saturday, 5.00 pm Qasim is rather ill today, he apparently ate some peculiar-looking berries along the side of the coastline which he found and presumed to be safe to eat. That notion proved wrong as he convulsed and defecated all day long to which papa had the unfortu  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

8 Jan 1920 The benign sunlight showered through the myrtle green oak leaves and glazed upon us. Hayley and I were sitting under the leafy shed, and where I realized that she had been scribbling her notebook from the peak of the morning until then. Feeling the urge to peep on her contents, my eyes d  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

        The pitter-patter of distant gunfire, occasional sounds of airplanes swooshing over followed by a thunderous explosion can be heard. It was night time but the moon was in its prime and showered its silvery light all over the desolated landscape. I was walki  ज्यादा पढ़ें...

'No! I must return to the North!' Ri shrieked, her arms flailing about her.  'Get me my walking stick,' she said to no one in particular, her face fleeting around the room with eyes robbed of vision. 'You can't! There is nothing left for you in the North,' Jun-Ah hopelessly tried for the u  ज्यादा पढ़ें...