The R Word

He had headphones tightly plugged into his ears, all he could hear was nothing but the music. As the song ensued, he started to build an ingenuity around him. He canvased him standing beside the sea while the sunsets. Far away all he saw was no one but him alone. He sat down, carved a smile on the sand but the water washed it away. He once again carved the smile and once again water washed it off. He kept on failing until suddenly he was vibrated back to reality. He realized it was his phone, he answered the phone, it was his love but it was broken and heavy. It was as if the person on the other hand was crying over something. Every sigh broke his heart into pieces. He started to rub his feet on the floor in a rage, his mind started to question him and he put great effort into ensuring to contain the other person. He prayed himself broken instead of the person he loved. He kept on thinking and soon picked up his phone, called the person he knew broke his love. Many questions were

My Demise  “I would be back in 10 minutes,” said Ahmed as he took the phone off his ears. He then picked up the teacup in front of him and took the last sip after having to laugh at his friend’s joke.    The group then got up from their seat and Ahmed bid his friends a farewell and made his way towards his building but before walking away he turned and hugged his childhood friend, who happened to be his best friend too.    “Now! There, Ahmed, I happen to support your rights, but I am not gay” mocked his friend.    “Ahh! Shut up! Always remember even if I was gay, you’re never my type.”   “Aww”    They both laughed and Ahmed made his way towards his building’s door and saw his friends parting.   He then waited for the elevator at the reception of his building while the guard smiled and told him how the eight floor’s Mr. Bohio, a rich tribe man owning both the penthouses on that floor, is creating havoc at midnights because of constant guests coming up and down the elevator due to his da

I don’t know how it all happened and I would never know how it would come to an end? All I now know is that I would have a green Khirqah (robe) and a saffron Stola covering me. There would be vermillion embossed between the parting of my hair and there would be garland around my neck. There would be anklets around my ankles and bangles around my wrist. The blood within me would be rushing out in your name and my eyes would be seeking your face. There would be loud blows of shehnai and battering of dhol. I would be swirling around, like the moon around the earth, in ecstasy while in my heart I would be chanting your name.There would be nothing unless it's you and then there would be you and me worshiping you. It would be your name that would be my fame. It's unorthodox, Wrong, Frowned upon but why doesn't it feel like it. Why does it feel right? Euphoric?  Mystic?

“It took me 6 months to score an admission, and those 6 months I was once again in the closet. I mean I literally didn't talk to anyone, and I was all socially awkward back. But once I reached my University that was away from my own city, I chose like most out-of-state students to stay on-campus. This gave me a whole new way to look at my life and learn new things. Living in a hostel, on-campus taught me a lot of things, from how can people manipulate you to do something for them and then leave you right in the middle and also taught me how to make new friends. It taught me how to survive on my own and the best part, it brought out from within me my hidden sarcastic self. Sometimes, I do hate my sarcastic self. Still, this sarcastic self within me later proved to be one reason I was liked by the audience at open-mics and stand-ups. Living in the hostel made me independent, I learned how to tackle my situations alone, and I became this contained person. I showed everyone

It was 8:00 am and like always, I was late. "I had to be at the talk at around 9:45, but oh my, I woke up at 8:00", I said to myself, "for God's sake, hurry up. You're speaking in this Ted Talk. I mean, wasn't this your all-time dream." To which my brain replied, "Hahaha! Yeah. But you know the rule, Ahmed, sleep rules over everything." I jolted myself up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, quickly dressed myself up. I didn't pay much attention to what I was wearing, and it was like I was just throwing clothes all over me. One after the other and then other until eventually, I looked in the mirror and found myself all ready and set for the talk. At least that's what I thought. I didn't have much time, and I still have to prepare my speech; therefore, I opted for an Uber. Now, I am someone who uses Uber Pool and that too with walk option. But I was in a rush. I also knew opting for the usual would delay me to my fi