by Jafar Rehman
You and I had dreams. We had really big dreams and honestly I couldn't afford to dream much and now I finally realize I was wrong. Life had been difficult and it had been cruel. Anyway, I am not going to talk about my life today but about the notebook I found and what was… Continue reading The old diary
I had stopped planning any trips post-2013. After getting free from my duties I checked in to a hostel and then went around the grand city. I found myself at the entrance of The Taj, Mumbai. The difference was that I stood across the road. I looked at the majestic Arabian sea for quite some time, a… Continue reading Bombay Part 1
I was assigned a very young driver by Uber this morning. I usually wait for the cab on the footpath and see people rushing to work or to wherever they go. My cab arrives and as I get in and I realize this guy was talking to someone on the phone and was in a… Continue reading Video call
I haven't been writing for quite some time. Honestly, I could have worked on building a habit or forced myself to do it. And here I am announcing this to the world. I was traveling last week and had a lot of time to think and reflect on life. A few who know me are… Continue reading How does it feel?
Well, today I want to pick out the finest threads from this thing called life and arrange them in a manner that would make sense for me. You see how they arrange the railway tracks? Always proper and at calculated distances, because if they failed to do so then you know it would wreck havoc.… Continue reading Life? Railway tracks?
What a day to travel in metro. I've a book in my hand which I'm trying to read and I've got three groups of people around me. One on the left and two on the right and all three groups are talking real loud and occasionally one of the members of each group laughs loudly. … Continue reading Returning home
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 