by Jafar Rehman
My mom loves cleaning. On Sundays I'd be home, we would listen to some old Hindi songs and have our breakfast. I will find myself on my pc to either pay bills or check my email (personal) and mom would get to cleaning things. Today, my sister opened the window saying it is not that… Continue reading A window
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 was looking out the window and this is what it looked like. The auto-rickshaws, cars and buses passed by and I looked at all of them. I looked at the bus that went towards the capital of India and saw several faces sitting inside the bus, some were tired and sleepy, some… Continue reading Outside the window
The lights turn on at 3 I see her silhouette In the window She moves around I think she is dancing But there is absolutely no sound I haven't seen her yet But I imagine she must be beautiful In a way I can't prehend I must face her soon But contain my excitement For… Continue reading The Girl
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 