"No May Day"_Picture the Past_It Didn’t Matter, She Liked You_A Day with YOU...
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"No May Day"
You can guess it as my tiny memoir,craving the story after lapse of sixty long years.Life is a great teacher,it teaches you many phenomenls in lifetime ,here I would pick life also complete it phase or words before the departure to the next world.Momy Jan,hailed from Afghan descent.we both were fast friends,right from school till college,were room mates, came to Karachi,joined Pakistan International Airlines as Air Attendants in 1960.Pakistan International Airlines were ,in those days crossing it’s puberty age.I’m using the word “puberty”here because right from Managing Director till the lower...
Picture the Past
I can’t remember what I was looking for in the basement, but I’ll never forget what I found. It was in the jumble box; you know the one. There are boxes with books marked BOOKS, boxes of DVDs marked DVD’S and that one box full of emotional valuable rubbish, toys and silly souvenirs marked JUMBLE BOX. Under a plastic Big Ben and a participation trophy was the shimmering back side of a polaroid photo. On it, mum had scribbled Jasper and Victoria 1999、 You know I’m Jasper, but what you should also know is, butterflies burst into flight as I read the name Victoria. This wasn’t that bitch Victoria ...
It Didn’t Matter, She Liked You
”You didn’t need to bring that up,” I mutter. We nearly reach her car when I speak up. Mya turns her head to meet my eyes. “Bring up what?” She asks. Stuffing her wallet back inwww.onedoor.ccto her pocket, she pulls out her phone. “What you said about my…” I pause like I‘ve been frozen. “…my crush.” She begins typing on her phone, not even looking up she says, ”It wasn’t a big deal-” “You made me look like a creep! When have I ever ‘stalked her Instagram for hours’? It was as if you wanted her to run away.” I couldn’t even tell what I was saying. It came out like an avalanche, tipped over by just one p...
A Day with YOU...
It was a pleasant Friday evening. Rumi returned home from school, exhausted. She was a high school sophomore. It was four in the evening.She decided to take a nap for some time and work on her assignments. She locked herself in her room and slept peacefully.Rumi's sleep was interrupted by some noise from the living room. She woke up and looked at the clock. It was half-past seven. Rumi groaned and jumped out of her bed. Her hair looked messy. The noise was emerging from the living room. By then, Rumi realized it was someone talking and laughing in her living room.She was curious to know who th...