Fable Factory
I heard they are changing the dictionary
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
House of Cards
Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you
A Dead River is All I Want
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
In the absence of a light source
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
Leafhopper under the vast purple sky
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
The Last Few Fries
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
Fable Factory / So long, goodbye
As I turned around to reply, she was gone.
Dr Aslan’s Husband during a Telephone Call
“I need you to take a few deep breaths. In and out, just like that.”
Los
When Naf woke up, he didn’t have much expectations from the day.
Love is an abstract noun
Noun. Abstract. That which cannot be touched.
Melancholy
The winter has seized my heart, I can only hear the silence around me now!
Good Nights
The day had not yet begun, the security light not yet put out.
A Room in the Corner
Why did she whisper? She isn’t the whispering kind. Nargis can’t remember the last time she heard Rakib Bhai’s wife whisper.
I Exist in Small Spaces
i exist in the smallest of spaces in the underside of a bed a corner of a balcony
EVERY TIME IT RAINS
Every time it rains, I am reminded of the story that started but never really had a proper ending.
The Second Species
A hundred years ago humans welcomed a new species of their kind, Homo debilis-sagax.
Eurocentric Standards drilled into a Brown Child’s Head
Throughout my not so long life, I’ve always wanted to be called beautiful.