Part III of Reclamation Therapy: Epilogue

Part III of Reclamation Therapy: Epilogue

  Recovering from a heartbreak is like recovering from a long, excruciating fever. She was left weak, trembling, shivering and vulnerable. She needed nourishment and warmth, company and healthy conversations. The lucky ones find those elements of complete...
The End of an Era

The End of an Era

Alarm. Legs dangling off the side of the bed. Sudden pounce, stepping into the washroom. Stepping out of the washroom, towelling my face dry. Changing. Running downstairs, grabbing car keys, half a granola bar in my mouth. Garage door opens, car reverses, garage door...
This Sadness Will Last Forever

This Sadness Will Last Forever

I remember sitting in the back of an old, grey Corolla eating mango flavoured ice cream out of a transparent cup. The windows were down and the cool, jasmine-scented night-time breeze of Peshawar was sweeping into the car. The stereo was playing a song on rainy nights...
these are not memories, my love

these are not memories, my love

these are not memories, my love. these are crushed petals of dried rose infused with a thousand million rays of sun and precisely three hundred and sixty five specks of happiness. these are the remnants of lost hopes transformed into more hopes, gathered into waiting...
granny sweaters and mothballs

granny sweaters and mothballs

  like characters from sesame street, my brother and i posed in granny sweaters that smelled like mothballs. those are innocent eyes staring back at us, pleading their older selves to stay true to their roots. those are genuine smiles stretched in joy, imploring...