Ms. Typewriter

“Noora, Noora! Where are you?” “ Coming Dada”- ten year old Noora jumped from the mango tree and ran towards her home. “Why did you call me Dada? I was about to pluck those ripe mangoes” - Noora expressed her disappointment. “ It’s ok beta, you can pluck it later. Now go and give this Nihari to Raju chacha across the border. It’s been a long time he may be waiting for this and convey my salam to him”, saying so Sheikh Aslam placed a package in Noora's hands. Noora covered her head with a velvet scarf and happily hopped away. She walked along the green meadows and the gardens filled with sunflowers. On her way ,the tea plantation welcomed her with its aroma. The lake on the way, looked extremely pleasing with its decorated boats filled with tourists. After a fifteen minute walk she reached the border. “Raju chacha, O Raju chacha, Its Noora here!” Raju chacha heard Noora and put those big framed specs on his eyes and holding his walking stick came out from his house a

A  superhero  is a type  of  heroic   stock character , usually possessing supernatural or  superhuman powers , who is dedicated to fighting the evil of his/her universe, protecting the public, and usually battling  supervillains . But do you know a real life superhero who doesnot need any supernatural or superhuman powers? There is only one person who could be on your mind right now and that person is a father. I would like to write about those expat fathers who sacrifice their whole lives for the sake of their family’s happiness and stay away from the country.   When someone tells that he works in a gulf country we get a picture of lavish and modern lifestyle. But no one has an idea that how many sacrifices they have to go through in order to provide for the needs of a family back there. When I was a high school girl I was very proud that my father worked in gulf. My friends would wait for my father to come for vacations so they could get a bite of those chocolate

I woke up this morning with a hope. A hope to see the sunshine,   A hope to see the outside world and amongst them with a hope to see my family. It’s been long years since I have been in this place. Sometimes I wonder what the reason for being here is. Is it my innocence responsible? Or is it my devotion for truth? Or is it my unbound love for my family? I have heard that every year the king releases some of the prisoners in the holy month of Ramadan. And every year I hope that I may find my name in the list. Unfortunately 14 years passed but my name was never mentioned. Most of my mates have been released and are enjoying their life maybe. Today it’s also one such day, the day when the king announces the name of those lucky prisoners who would be leaving this place. The sudden thumping and creaking sound of the prison gate put end to my thoughts. The jailer announced to me that I was  among one who would be released by the king today. My happiness had no boun

I remember reading this quote by poet, John Keats in my high school. I used to wonder maybe being beautiful is the happiest thing in one’s life. As I grew up I realized that my thinking was wrong. A thing maybe visually appealing, but if the quality is poor nobody would want to own it. Often when we go for shopping we get fooled by external features of an object. When we buy it and it’s not up to our expectation we don’t take a minute to throw it away. It’s not only applicable for objects but for some people too. There are many who are so beautiful and attractive to eyes, but when it comes to their behavior, it’s filled with envy and hatred. Such people are the most toxic to the society. They make friends with an intention of hurting and cheating. They are characterized by a very sweet tongue and a bitter heart. They can never be friends with anyone. They are always left alone at the end. If you are going to fall for their candied words then be ready to face the consequences

With every breaking dawn, You wake up with a yawn. Start off your day In a unique way, Hurrying and getting ready, Bidding us bye. When you think of sighing, The scrubber says hai. There starts your set of tasks, The clock is ticking nine. You are ready soldier, Marching on a line. The home looks best, And you make sure there are no pests. Its half past ten, The brunch is on the couch, O! Yet again! You forgot it without any grouch. The soldiers are striding, Moving ahead with pride. Applauding alone, And finishing it by own. The aroma fills the apartment, Waiting for us to gobble. Still I crave for those, Burgers, pizza and bubble Her stern face, Makes me gulp it all, Without any fall. Here comes the dusk, Rest is all you want. Filling the place with musk, Here’s your chance to flaunt.   Waiting for the one, Who held your hand?

Every time I read this phrase it hits me hard. There are circumstances in life when we are blanketed by sadness, failure, criticism. People are always ready to question about the things which we don’t have. There are many to laugh at our failures, but few to congratulate at our success. The greatest challenge to face in one’s life is taking up people’s criticism as a positive one and making it as strength. I have heard this one from a lecture – “The world knows the one who was pushed from the train but not the one who pushed him.” Similarly in our lives there are many people who always push and break us. Their only motive is to see us shattered and failed. But we should always remember that these punches which we receive are to make us, not break us. A person who has never experienced failure will never value success. Failing a hundred times is better than not trying.   We may feel that some paths in life are extremely difficult. The starting point of that path seems to sca

We may meet many friends in the journey of life. Not all friends are best friends.   A Best friend is someone special and precious. I would like to write about such a precious best friend in my life. I still remember the day when she entered our class. We were in 8 th STD and it was our new academic year. Divya was new to the class and usually everyone was staring at her as if she had come from another planet. I was clearly able to make out how she was trying to hide her tears. As I was also a new student before I could easily understand her shyness and helplessness. I wanted to be friends with her but as she used to sit quietly I didn’t want to disturb her. Then gradually she was friends with some of my classmates. At the end of 8 th standard, our class teacher changed our sitting places. I was made to sit near divya. I was literally sad. I had a feeling that she maybe a very rude and stubborn girl as I never saw her smiling at me. But god had some plans, few days spe

26/7/2014, I know you are fine after breaking my heart. I know you would be enjoying and partying after giving me lot of pain. I must say that you are a very wonderful actor. Your acting skills are marvelous. I am astonished at how skillfully you made me to fall for you. How well you acted as if you cared for me, you loved me. I can’t blame only you for all this. Even I am a culprit. I shouldn’t have believed you so easily. I tried my best not to fall for you. But I couldn’t resist myself. Yours words, your caring nature, your attractive personality made me to fall for you. I regret for that now. The day when u proposed me was a shock for me. I couldn’t believe myself how a best friend could ever do that? I kept on telling you that let us not go beyond friendship. But you never accepted it. You were stuck to it. You loved me. Days passed on and gradually I started falling for you. I Started loving you more than anything in this world. We never got tired of spea

The nurse had a close look at jenny. It was confirmed that jenny was in her last stage. The nurse thought of calling her daughter, preemie, but she backed off after witnessing the conversation between them the other day. Jenny opened her eyes and gave a faint smile to the nurse. “Madam, shall I call your daughter? Wouldn’t you want to meet her?” – spoke the nurse Jenny was just silent and gestured to call Preemie as soon as possible. The next morning preemie arrived. She saw her mother peacefully sleeping. For the first time in so many years her eyes welled up.  All those moments of her childhood flashed in front of her eyes. She saw a person who struggled so much and fought against the world for her. Jenny was awoken by preemie’s tears that hit her hand. Preemie, my child, why are you crying? “Nothing mamma, you are a fighter. I am really sorry. I couldn’t be a good daughter. Please forgive me mamma” – Preemie (sobbing). “No dear, you need no