Erupt – Part 1

She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…

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Burying the Childhood

It was a particularly bright day for a funeral. The sun was shining down in all its golden glory. The air was thick with pollen from spring flowers. The small town was mostly at the Paanja jheel, boating, enjoying family picnics. Lovers were canoodling amongst the bushes. Everyone was out celebrating the onset of spring and the…

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The Mason

He’s a mason. He builds and mends for a living. Each day he carefully measures and lays down the mortar and bricks required to build walls, windows, roofs, courtyards; a home, a school, or a prayer hall. He’s the man when you need someone to mend the cracks, collapsed walls of your buildings, and even…

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She Scribbles

  Teeny-tiny, unsure feet, Pitter-patter around the house. Busy, chubby fingers scrawl, On the yellowed distemper, Without a single pause. There’s a bald parakeet, And here’s a lame crane. Oh, is that a rather long bus, Or a very short bullet train? She embellishes the drawings, With lines, squiggles, dots. The elephant has banana ears,…

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