Posts by Afreen Zeb

Remnants of a Forgotten Life

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that it was her. In flesh and blood. After all these years, after all these long years, these long, painful years. My heart started thumping, the blood rushed to my ears. Memories that I had repressed,

Fall in Love

There is so much sadness in the world that your heart cannot bear it. The dulled faces, the depressed lives, the melancholy that sifts through the air. And you are part of it, but you needn’t be. You can change, not everything, but something. You only need to listen to me.   Fall in love with a flawed person. Fall in love with someone who doesn’t boast of perfection. Someone

Behind the Locked Door

It was the last house on the block. Beyond it there was nothing but eerie darkness. The backyard melded with the woods which then spread over acres, covering the hills that went on beyond the horizons. Amongst those hills was the town’s graveyard, where the spirits lurked. But the little boy wasn’t afraid, he would skip over the graves with his friends as the sun painted the tips of his

The Colour Brown

She loved the colour brown. She did not understand why people normally didn’t like it. They said it was the colour of mud. But mud is beautiful, she’d say, we build our houses with it. It was the colour of dirt and slosh, they’d say. But then every colour some time or the other depicts something negative. Blue was the colour of sky, but also the colour of a dead

The Stilettos

Every day she passed by the brightly lit store. It was on her way to school. When the sun was lazily climbing higher in the sky and the neighborhood was yet to get out of its beds, when the birds were still chirping their morning songs, she would walk past it. Every morning as she walked past it, the shutters down and the display windows empty, she would hope that

The Boy and the River

The earth under the little boy’s feet was slipping away. On days like this, when the current was strong, you could feel the river washing away its sorrows, little by little, sending them away. The ripples caused by his intrusion painted the silvery green surface of the river into a child’s plaything. The stone skipped once, twice, thrice, before disappearing, the way she had. The breeze ruffled his unkempt hair

Breakups and Broken Things

  Give me back the kisses you stole from my mouth, Give me back every hug that steeled your world in cages, kept it from falling apart, Give me back every moan, every sigh, every climax our bodies shared, Give me back the muffled laughter, the loud tears, the soft whispers Give me back the rage, the affection, the hurt, the love Give them all back, for I spent them

In Search of Him

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. “I’ve waited for you for so long that I had almost forgotten what it was to be me. But now you’re here. You’re finally here, and my life is complete.”   It had been a whole life of feeling out of place. Of not knowing what was wrong with her. She would look at everyone around her, and they were





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