by Jafar Rehman
The view from the window on my right today is quite clear maybe because it rained the other day or do I give all the credit to the strong winds? Day 9-10 of Ramzan and sun is shining brightly over the city we now call Gurugram. Inside the office the scene is different. The internet… Continue reading 3 Windows
I burned a hole in the ground And jumped downMy body absorbed all the shockThe hole above healedLike it was never there
This dates back to 27th of February 1952 and it happened to be a leap year when Mrs. Singh gave birth to a baby boy who'd grow up to be the protagonist of this story. The boy was named Rajendra Singh and had a pleasant childhood despite the fact that he was a thin boy… Continue reading Incidences in Fahistan
​It was late at night and the room was too humid, I thought it would be better to go out on the small balcony for a while. I went out and saw pigeons resting on the cables that went through one side to the another and then naturally I saw up and then towards the… Continue reading The farewellÂ
I haven't written for a long time. A little note I wrote which might make sense. The key word here is might. Anyway let me know. And I hope you all have been great, let me know.
As the clock struck twelve He got up Took his weapon To finish that One last job
He was a little scared as he stepped inside the classroom,but he did not cry like some others.He did not know anybody there and had no idea what to do,he just followed the instructions of a lady who everyone called as teacher.He had a bag which was given to him by his mother and she had told… Continue reading His first class.
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 