The Feminist Writer?

I have written in one capacity or another ever since I was eight years old. I like to believe I am a good writer; some of my kind friends even exaggerate their appreciation for my writing to make me feel good about it. However, being honest with myself, I know where I stand. I am neither too optimistic nor too pessimistic about my writing skills. I have a realistic view of my potential. But, let me say this at the least that I am not content, I want to do better and I want to do more. Continue reading “The Feminist Writer?”

Sugar in a Plum – Part II

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 reading “Sugar in a Plum – Part II”

Sugar in a Plum – Part I

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 reading “Sugar in a Plum – Part I”

In Love with a Ghost

I always told her she was actually in love with a ghost. She used to laugh crazily, and told me “yes, you are no less than a ghost”.

I told her, “look, it’s true that I care a lot about you, but so many years have passed, we have both changed and so has life, you should now forget that once we almost got romantic.”

But she never listened, she was a very stubborn woman. Continue reading “In Love with a Ghost”