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CoE2: A Cocktail of Emotions SUMMER RAINS: A Collection of Short Stories and Verses
Summer Rains
It was drizzling again...in the month of April. The smell of earth did not fascinate her. The first few drops put out the flame.
Smell of burning oil penetrated her nose to enter her fragile brains, poking her dead cells to life. The tentacles of smoke wound around neck and choked her. Her body was getting cooled by the heavy downpour though her soul was burning in an inferno………..
Abdu My Friend
“Ye meri jaan hai (He is my soul)... I know you both love him very much... Dear kafirs please take care of your naughty mulla” Saira's words revrberated in his ears...but..
A Voice is Heard
I came under the spell of her magical eyes. Brownish black eyes with sharp eyebrows nicely tweezed and sharpened. Eyelashes were thickly packed and bent like small black rainbows stacked together. Her dark eyes were drilling holes into my heart noiselessly. I gasped...
“Are you from India?”
“Yes, Miss Rebecca”
“So what’s so great about your country?”
I read contempt in her deep eyes...
Levitation
I was flying in the air...rather floating? l felt as light as I have never been. Whtat has happened to me?
How long have I been like this? It was just like a dream. Everyone must have experienced a dream of flying. You feel the height and depth. But this was still different. There was an unknown pain bothering me.
I was getting late for home. I should go fast. But the place I was in was strange. I have never seen this place before....
The Crown on My Head
Someone commented “race course”… Someone said “race horse”… Nothing likened his personality...But he was sure that the late night party has opened room for loose talks by his employees… He cursed his childhood friend for food poisoning him... He felt his grip loosening… He reached his cabin and sat down...
His secretary, Miss beautiful in sleeveless came in, closed the door behind and asked in an extremely sensuous tone “Wanna ride?”.......
A Journalist's Diary
Suddenly, I felt something hard, touching the back of my shoulder. I startled and looked back to see two tall men appeared out of nothing, covering head to toe in flowing robes with guns in their hands but the peeping barrels were too hard to be covered. I wondered how these men breathed.
They checked my bags and Id card and after confirming my name forcefully pushed me into a special vehicle which resembled a defense vehicle. I was then blindfolded.....
It was drizzling again...in the month of April. The smell of earth did not fascinate her. The first few drops put out the flame.
Smell of burning oil penetrated her nose to enter her fragile brains, poking her dead cells to life. The tentacles of smoke wound around neck and choked her. Her body was getting cooled by the heavy downpour though her soul was burning in an inferno………..
Abdu My Friend
“Ye meri jaan hai (He is my soul)... I know you both love him very much... Dear kafirs please take care of your naughty mulla” Saira's words revrberated in his ears...but..
A Voice is Heard
I came under the spell of her magical eyes. Brownish black eyes with sharp eyebrows nicely tweezed and sharpened. Eyelashes were thickly packed and bent like small black rainbows stacked together. Her dark eyes were drilling holes into my heart noiselessly. I gasped...
“Are you from India?”
“Yes, Miss Rebecca”
“So what’s so great about your country?”
I read contempt in her deep eyes...
Levitation
I was flying in the air...rather floating? l felt as light as I have never been. Whtat has happened to me?
How long have I been like this? It was just like a dream. Everyone must have experienced a dream of flying. You feel the height and depth. But this was still different. There was an unknown pain bothering me.
I was getting late for home. I should go fast. But the place I was in was strange. I have never seen this place before....
The Crown on My Head
Someone commented “race course”… Someone said “race horse”… Nothing likened his personality...But he was sure that the late night party has opened room for loose talks by his employees… He cursed his childhood friend for food poisoning him... He felt his grip loosening… He reached his cabin and sat down...
His secretary, Miss beautiful in sleeveless came in, closed the door behind and asked in an extremely sensuous tone “Wanna ride?”.......
A Journalist's Diary
Suddenly, I felt something hard, touching the back of my shoulder. I startled and looked back to see two tall men appeared out of nothing, covering head to toe in flowing robes with guns in their hands but the peeping barrels were too hard to be covered. I wondered how these men breathed.
They checked my bags and Id card and after confirming my name forcefully pushed me into a special vehicle which resembled a defense vehicle. I was then blindfolded.....
131 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 3, 2024
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