Bougainvillea
Rustam was the only grown up from the outside world who was our friend. He was the arm wrestling champion of our street in Rampura; the street where Usmania orphanage was located in a corner. And he had never been beaten. He was soooo powerful and big, and brave! Bravery was a big deal […]
The Player
‘I had a mud house by the river,’ said the ragged man of forty or so with a harmonium at his side. ‘The flood … took it. My boys were inside.
” بزرگ گھڑیال ”
ابو محمد الوجودی میں ہر اتوار کی شام عجائب گھر کے باغیچے میں گزارتا ہوں۔ پہلے پہل جب میں اس شہر آیا تھا تو میں عجائب گھر کے اندر جا یا کرتا تھا اور نوادرات دیکھا کرتا تھا پر اب میں باغیچے میں ہی ایک بنچ پر کہ جس کے ساتھ بلب کا کھمبا لگا […]
Smoke
Maida Aslam Haji Habib was driving on in silence with his wife sitting beside him. The spatter of rain falling on the wind screen was stirring up a calm and cold, crystal liquid depth of a lake somewhere within him and he felt as if he was asleep and a child was making a racket […]