Opening the door to the living room, Abeer saw his eight year old slumped on the couch, gazing at the rising sun forlornly. "Up so early? Everything ok, buddy?" He enquired softly as he came to sit beside his son, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the moment. Rahil gave a tired smile, eyes... Continue Reading →
Image by Bikurgurl Oh Sunlight! These humans are at it again. Urrgh! They carved their symbols right on my white, rugged belly. As if marking their territory on the soil, stones and forests wasn't enough; now they've started targeting the trees as well. Did I ask for a tattoo? And ironically, these symbols are a mark... Continue Reading →
First attempt at Haiku
As an exercise in creative writing, our English teacher had tasked us to compose a different ending to Vikram Seth's famous poem 'The Frog and the Nightingale'. This is my attempt.