Garden of Saida

The cavern of my sin has entered me and I am shattered. The bleeding, such stench – even crows do not come for my decadence. Your world nauseates me, why else would you visit my brothel and seek God? This crowd of people, and their exhaled breath, all combined, makes this city one of smog…

The Road to Cemetery (Part 2)

I don’t know, what it was about the big black being, because I suddenly felt an obsessive need to see my Mother – even if it meant for me to be seeing the scorn on her face that she held for me – the scorn that I have always wanted to refute, and get away…

The Road To Cemetery (Part 1)

Early on, She had suggested that I never get emotionally entangled with any of the eyes that I come across, on the way, because it could land me in deep trouble. I was the kind who could not risk being utterly involved – especially when it came to men. Men, there have been all kinds…

Wraith

Decades ago, outside the province of Hazarajat, in Afghanistan, Aayat Khan had given me his daughter, while she had freshly emerged from her landmine injury. He was soon dead, and she was all I had. I was as innocent as the child, and our laughter echoed while we traversed homeward. I was an extremely playful…

Non-Healing

Funny, isn’t it? Contrary to everything my role-models in the field of medicine and technology propose, I speak here, not of healing, but of non-healing. I am perfectly aware that a vast supply of information is made available on the subject of grief, suffering and ‘healing’ – as though what they term ‘healing’ was a…

Broken Light

Do you see her blank eyes, which know but cannot speak because her mind is restricted? Her name is Anuja. She is orange-pink in a world of grey shades. She is twenty-one. She used to be beautiful once, saliva dribbling down her lower lip. Her mother had been alive, and although she never saw eye…

Refuge

The more conscience you’re loaded with, the more painful the journey becomes. Hyenas have a special radar for conscience, because it gives them the means to exploit the ones who possess it. He was a good boy, and he had been visiting the hospital with his sick brother. In his eyes, I saw my own…

Other Side

One day, I was at my happiest. But, the ones who were supposed to be happy about my gleeful state, did not like it so much. For a long time, I lived with the idea that I was meant to be sad, because a child heavily depends on that shitty sense of approval she gets…

Burial

Having abandoned a life of odd striptease, I have finally found the courage to stare square. I have never really spoken about it. I don’t know how men entered my life and I was transformed into shipwreck, aided by their women. Bit by bit, stripping me down, taking pinch after pinch, and laying scratch after…

Depleting Blackness

I looked at my soaked hands at once. It wasn’t rainwater that caused them to be like that, although the tin slate above my head was chattering fearfully and the wind went berserk outside, crying and howling like a woman abandoned by her man. There was a tiny hole on the tin wall through which…