Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongs to the shirt, as if the shirt forgets who’s its master for a while in the heat of the sun.
There’s a reason why cotton is costlier than synthetic, it minds its own business, doesn’t interfere in anyone else’s business, doesn’t get attached to any other fabric. Cotton is the buddha of the fabric universe. Continue reading
‘I didn’t mean to tear apart his earlobe!’ I said to my cousin.
‘Oh comeon! You continuously hit him right on his ear!’ He said, reminding me that it was me who was in trouble, yet again.
‘So, what do we do now?’ I asked my cousin who was equally terrified.
‘Let’s go to Nowshera I say, without telling anyone. There would be no way for them to know we are there. Dada doesn’t have a telephone at his home’, he said.
Imagine a day, just one day, when no one asks you any questions. No one asks you where are you going, no one asks you the direction to somewhere they need to reach, no one asks you what time it is, what date it is, no one asks you what time you will leave, what time will you come back, no one asks you whether you missed them, whether you love them. In short, imagine a day when no one is bothered about you.
How would you spend that day?
Thoughts travel in the dimension of time. You can think about past, present or future and you can spend hours contemplating about things that don’t matter. It won’t be tiring to you at all, it would just consume time. What an irony, thinking about time requires time. Life is measured not in days or months or years, it is measured in time. The words, ‘day’, ‘month’ ‘year’, ‘decade’ and ‘century’ are just synonyms of the word ‘time’. Creation needs time, destruction needs time, loving needs time, hating needs time, walking, eating, sleeping, observing, everything needs time, except death. It happens instantly and there is no time left. The dead are timeless. Continue reading
Continued From The Woodcutter
I am home. I am shelter. I am the silent companion. I am the watcher. I am the secret bearer. I am the keeper.
I am home to everyone. I do not choose anyone on priority. I do not limit the members of my family. I do not differentiate on the basis of the qualities one possesses. For me, all are same. A long time ago, I was all alone, barren, just another piece of solid rock. Then I attained a color, a slight tinge of green which spread all over me, covered me in itself. I don’t know how it chose me, but it felt good to be of some use finally. The greenery expanded, its roots deepened in my body and it grew taller everyday, until it covered all of me. Then, the creatures began to arrive. All sorts of creatures, some could fly, some could kill, some could crawl and each one of them had certain uniqueness among them. I welcomed them all. The last I wanted to be was lonely again. With all this activity in and around me, I felt alive. I felt as if I was the one flying in the sky or diving in the stream. I was home, and in that moment, I knew I will always be one. Continue reading
I woke up at 5:15 pm, began writing this post at 5:40 pm. I thought very seriously for twenty five minutes whether or not to write this post? Will it make any sense to the reader? Will it successfully carry the message that I want to share or not? I was confused in all this and popping in pop-corns into my mouth one after the other, I eat more when I am depressed, I realized that I need to write this post because this is my portal. Before I think about my gracious readers, I have to think about what inspires me to write so off beat articles which have always brought me more nuisance from my readers than the calmness I was expecting when I started this portal.
It has been a boring day so far. I woke up at 10, had a chat till mid-noon, went into a depressing mood because of my ever present loneliness, had a chat again till 3 which ended abruptly. I was confused between cleaning the apartment or going for a movie and I slept as a result of the indecisive irritation. It was then, when the weirdness took over me. I saw a dream. Continue reading
‘A dog is a dog for every dog but a human is not human for every human.’ – Rob
Rob was a regular street dog. He was lean, fit, cruel & independent. On any given day, he was able to outrun any number of dogs in his locality. Rob was the best when it came to survival. He had been surviving all the risks of living in streets and facing dangerous situations everyday all by himself. He never lived in a single street for a longer period of time. He had two reasons for that. First, staying at one place for a longer time and surviving successfully makes other dogs jealous. Second, he liked reaching a new place and mark his own territory, again and again, every time. He was a regular street dog, but he considered himself no less than a tiger. Continue reading