Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

he was…

He was always a species of strange bird, avoiding hockey like that. When he was a kid in boarding school, the kids used to die for a chance to play hockey. There were three hockey grounds, compared to the usual one for cricket, or the half for kho-kho or volleyball or whatever other games- so [...]

unaccustomed earths

He is not really living his own life. He has just woken up in someone else’s nightmare. And he has been stuck there for the past twenty seven years.
He is not himself these days. He does not jog anymore, and two days of sickness have taken their toll. High fever and hour after hour sleeping [...]

delirium

walking in the sun,ulysses felt a headache coming.it was a bad day for being walking.but then it did not really matter.in that noisy hot and crowded street,nothing else ever moved faster than a walk.not that he had any reason to hurry.after all,he was going no place.the heat did not bother him,but somehow the headache was [...]

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