"Are we going to Maya Bay now"? She asked the boatman. He shrugged, steering the long tail boat. She grunted and tied a black scarf around her low-rise yellow bikini. She was probably pissed off with the boatman but her reflective sunglasses hid her scowled eyes. She removed her sunglasses and kept it in her … Continue reading Excerpt 5 : Maya Bay
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Excerpt 4 : Evening Walk
When she asked if it would be possible for me to accompany her for an evening walk, I was confused. I read that translated message again on WeChat and rechecked it on Google Translate. I immediately texted her "Yes, what time?" She told me to meet her outside ICBC ATM at 5pm after her dinner. … Continue reading Excerpt 4 : Evening Walk
Excerpt 3 : New Turn
I didn't know her home but I knew few landmarks nearby. I was dragging her heavy bag in narrow streets, which were mostly occupied by Kutchi Muslims. I failed twice to find her home, because all those old structured houses were identical to me. I was drenched in sweat, somehow I found her uncle who … Continue reading Excerpt 3 : New Turn
Poem 3 : Kaun he? Kaun he?
SOCH SE NANGE WOH, TERE LIBAAZ KAANDHE-GUNGE PAR, TERI AWAAZ KA.FAISLA KARTE KAUN HE? KAUN HE? BADSURAT SA, WOH BEKAAR SATERE SURAT, TERE AAKAAR KAAALOCHAK BANTA KAUN HE? KAUN HE? KABR ME LETA PAR, TERE KHWAAB KAMARTE HUYE BHI, TERE NAQAAB KACHARCHA KARTA KAUN HE? KAUN HE? UDE JO TU, TERE PAR HE KAATEINAAGE JO … Continue reading Poem 3 : Kaun he? Kaun he?
