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The Artist - short story

The Artist – short story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,

businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either

the products of the writer’s imagination or used in a

fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Once…

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Story as foundation: A review of Sapola

Story as foundation: A review of Sapola

It was a dark hall, and on big screen appeared motion image of a street at night, I heard  crickets chirping and then suddenly ‘thaaaaa!’, I heard gun shot! 2-3 men appeared and went into far side of street as if to see what happened. Then we were cut to the protagonist in his room from where the surreal imagery and eerie music plus soundtrack sucked me in. Was it brilliant? Oh, yes it was. From…

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Screenwriting!

  I’m writing this as I got the idea from Austin Kleon’s Show Your Work that show your curiosities and fascinations, share them. Open up your cabinet of curiosities.

  So here I’m sharing of the things.

Sometimes curiosity leads to doors which open lands of exploration we never imagined to step into,and this shifts our lives completely.  I didn’t know what doors it would open,when I took Aaron…

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Memories of Endings

Digital painting by No Life Doodler

  Finally, Ahmad approaches Fizza in university.

They meet.

If you are expecting a happy ending, then try A.

A.

Salman tells Fizza he’s in love with her. Fizza has hard time deciding, she takes one year then she too falls in love with him. Though Fizza and Salman come from different faiths but eventually they get married after graduation despite usual taunts…

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Memories

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The Girl With Yellow Diary

The Girl With Yellow Diary

Digital painting by no Life Doodler

Inspired by Vikramaditya Motwane’s Udaan.

  April, 2006.

6:30 PM, in a hostel, Aatabaad, Pakasia.

A 6 year girl was trying to ride bicycle, her father seeing her came to her to help her, holding the handle with one hand and putting other hand on her back they rode few yards and then stopped. The father kissed girl’s forehead, his smile gleaming with hope.…

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A Thank-you Letter to Shoaib Mansoor

“To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.”― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

It’s been a year since I began to feel such close connection to you as an artist. It was beginning of a new period of artistic discovery in my life. I was just fired(partly fired,partly left) from my first artistic job. It was distressful…

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Memories Warm You Up From The Inside But They also Tear You Apart: A Memoir

Memories Warm You Up From The Inside But They also Tear You Apart: A Memoir

  “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”  ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

It had been few months since he had just joined university. It had been a sense of strangeness blended with confusion, his experience at university. He didn’t make even few friends, he looked nerdy and he talked nerdy. People always perceived him too serious.

She on the other hand…

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The Kites: A Memoir

The Kites: A Memoir

It was about evening, I was on rooftop with my father. In those days, many kids would go to rooftop every evening to fill sky of Lahore with colorful kites. I didn’t know how to fly kite, my father was trying to teach me, how and when to pull string, how to keep it with wind direction. Suddenly my mother shouted out from the room below since she had heard my father instructing me.

‘What the hell…

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Perhaps, I was heretic: A Memoir

Perhaps, I was heretic: A Memoir

  “The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” -Lois Lowry, The Giver

I think it was Stephen Fry who said ‘a thing poorly expressed ­­­is a lie’. With this memoir I hope I don’t express poorly as I bleed writing.

I still remember that day I was sitting on bench facing one of those windows. It was recess time in school, and I sat…

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To person I might be in love with

To person I might be in love with

“For I am the first and the last I am the venerated and the despised I am the prostitute and the saint I am the wife and the virgin I am the mother and the daughter I am the arms of my mother I am barren and my children are many I am the married woman and the spinster I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated I am the consolation for the pain of birth I am the wife and the…

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Hope

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you”-Maya Angelou She was a child like any other child but not the same child. She had her wild imagination, and wonderlands independent of horizons. She was always curios and inquisitive and life was an amazement to her. She saw the outer and the inner God, she saw the mysteries of higher and the lower world and she thought everyone…

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An open letter to Paulo Coelho

An open letter to Paulo Coelho

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: the soul that rises with us, our life’s star, Hath had elsewhere its settling, and cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God who is our home”-Wordsworth   Reading The Alchemist and then forgetting about, and then realizing what book talked to me about was itself an…

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Children

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The Wanderer

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Goodbye 2017

Like the sun, life spreads its light in all directions. And when we are born, we want everything at once and cannot control the energy we have been given. But, if we want to make a fire, we have to focus all the sun’s rays on one spot. And the great secret that the Divine Energy revealed to the world was fire. Not just fire for burning, but the fire that transforms wheat into bread. And there…

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Deep Confusion As A Victory Tool | Robin Sharma