This is the second and final part of the interview – Sugar in a Plum. If you haven’t read the first part already, I suggest you to please read Sugar in a Plum – Part I before reading this part.
“And finally, you got married?” I asked again.
“Yes, finally, in 2014 a family came to visit us,” she replied, “An old couple who told us their son lived in America, and they will come again when their son visits. It wasn’t a big deal, a lot of families said they would visit or call again, but they never did. But this family, they visited again, and this time, their son came with them”. Continue with reading
The interview – Sugar in a Plum – will be published in two parts. This is the first of the two episodes.
I was looking at this woman for about last half an hour sitting in a corner of the café. It was early in the afternoon on a fine spring Saturday. Gloria Jeans’ outlet in the lush green vicinity of Model Town, Lahore, is my favorite coffee bar. The outlet has a small sitting area in the balcony for smokers, my usual place to sit and enjoy a cup of coffee. Continue with reading
It has been over a year that I have known him. He is about above average height, wears a traditional beard, and displays a slightly bulging belly that doesn’t suit his ripe 24 years of age. The first impression is of an ordinary personality except for his playful smile and his knack for cracking jokes. But that doesn’t mean he is ordinary.
Continue with reading
The interview will appear in the March issue of Socialist Factor; a Lucknow, India based monthly magazine on democratic socialism and social justice.
I asked him, “Who are you?”
He grinned lifting his heavy eyebrows, and stared at my face while he took a puff of Gold Leaf, and replied in a deep slow voice, “I am greed, I am lust, I am desperate, call me whatever you want, but I am no human”. Continue with reading
I have always been fascinated by brilliant people; I feel inspired by people’s abilities such as intelligence, creativity, knowledge, skills, and leadership qualities. I find these inspiring people everywhere, in history books, in world news, as well as daily life. I read about them, I see them, and I wonder how these masterpieces of human race do all that great stuff which displays their sheer brilliance. And my respect for their brilliance comes irrespective of their caste, creed, or color, and when I read about them, or watch them, I tend to search patterns related to their personal and professional lives. Continue with reading