The hall had no lights today, the rooms were gloomy, the lights burned low. There was no viol or harp playing; no laughter or mirth; the tree has fallen and the birds have flown; the cisterns have been broken and the cords loosened, and what was has ceased to be. Dust to … Continue reading Pause and Ponder
“Help me” Prostrate,face down at the foot of the Teacher- who was reported to have the ears of God-he lay,tears streaming down his face. He was the picture of a man at his wit’s end. His words were laced with desperation. He was at the point of giving up. The words of the … Continue reading Lord, I believe!
The touch-me- not plant, mimosa pudica, derives its name from a Latin word that means shy or shrinking. It closes at any touch, whether man or insect. I remember the first time I discovered the plant- way before I learnt about it in biology class, I was fascinated by it. In biology,i learnt that it … Continue reading Touch me not!
Capture the world in all its beauty, paint a still life frame it hang it on the wall. Splash it with bright colours make bold your strokes; show off its beauty with the avidity of your brush strokes. Capture the world in all its fury, like a raging storm with flashes of lightning … Continue reading Painting the world
The door opened and there she was, walking down the aisle towards him, each step carefully placed in front of the other. She had chosen a more traditional style with a high neckline and long sleeves, with a floor length skirt and embroidered bodice. It was simple and she looked absolutely stunning. Only she could … Continue reading The Unveiling
I’ll see you in the morning, When the darkness of the night is past, When the sun is high in the sky, When the flowers are blooming, And their smell fills the air, When the sorrows and sighings are all gone. I’ll see you in the morning, When the colour of the butterflies Splashes … Continue reading See you in the morning
It was the second day of the month of the month of Ramadan; Musa sat on the bed distraught. He had just received the news from his girlfriend that she was pregnant. How could she be pregnant?! At this time? This was not good, at all. He sat on the bed brooding, oblivious of the … Continue reading Magical night and perplexities
I have often wondered what it was that inspired writers. What makes them see things differently from every other person that is a non-writer? The way they weave the stories, make it believable, so that readers can relate with it never ceases to amaze me. When I read a story, it looks so natural, like … Continue reading Brushstrokes and Keyclangs
I laughed to myself and talked to my new found, long lost friend Charles. Charles and I were best of friends in primary school but we lost touch ever since then. He has really changed, now he is jovial and mischievous! Oh the things he tells me. Just now he was telling me how he … Continue reading A Date with Madness
I will always look back at that fateful day with fondness; if you catch me smiling to myself, it would be most likely that I’m walking down memory lane, re-living that day. The day started like every other day, with no indication whatsoever of what it held in store. The weather was not sunny like … Continue reading Fondest Memories