Mr and Mrs Inn

After what seemed an hour, the rain fury finally gave way to just about a drizzle. Not letting the puddles coming in way, I rushed towards the ...

Shahryar and those sharks

 “As I stood there, I could see Shahryar walking around. And even as I kept calling out to him, he didn’t respond. Perhaps, di...

Why not a full-fledged one!

With my father it was different, as blood bonding had taken care of that  connectivity with all those murmurs and mutters he’d come ...

THAT SHAWL

A short story by – Humra Quraishi,

As I was assembling the suitcases, Shams Shah breezed in. Dumped ...