The road diverged into three different paths. Should I take a right? Or go in the direction of the restaurant I knew the way of. …

My fortress of imagination. A place where thoughts are not held captive by age, limitations or realism. Once a forgotten ally, now my everyday constant. A bookshop stacked with thousands of unexplored stories with a wonderer unveiling one tale at a time. The wooden stairs creaked with every step the…

From wondering if I can even do Ramazan alone, to having the finish line in sight… Rubbed my eyes, slowly removed the blanket and reached for my phone. A rare day where sleep felt relaxing with less tiredness. The mobile screen illuminated as a big smile scrolled across my face…

The distance, the absence and a void… The steps back home at night are an opportunity to ponder over the day as it went by. Sometimes there’s a gleaming smile as I walk past strangers on Bricklane, extending kindness to strangers around me, and some days I feel like the…

The young student, away from home, now tells how London is becoming more acceptable with my hate reducing for it With gigantic structures in my surrounding, attempting to reach the horizon, I was like an unimportant figure, casually walking in the city where everyone is in a rush. Two months…

The rude awakening on how a cup of tea meant a lot more than a simple intake of a hot drink “The key takeaway from this experiment is that sometimes it is more about the company rather than the thing that makes it more special,” exclaimed my mom, who ended…

Hands still damp from the dishes scrubbed against the sponge, legs struggling to support the structure above, the mirror showed an image that was familiar yet so different at the same time. Eyes fixated on the two mirrors at the center of the wardrobe, the glance at the figure on…

This defeat hurts as, after the win against India, most of us assumed the final would be straightforward If I was not aware of what happened in the cricketing world, may have been fooled to think Pakistan got knocked out at the very beginning of the tournament. Scrolling through social…

A story of how I left a bookshop all frustrated, only to return ten minutes later with my professor, having one of the most wholesome moments of my life Clenched fist, eyes were looking straight at the Manager in front while he decided to avoid the problem by diverting me…