Black Lotus

"Why? Why does it have to be him? Why does it always have to be him? You always bleed. Weep. Break. Fall and die only for him!?" He asked her his last few words almost incoherent. "Nahi Pappa..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't control her tears that fell in spite of no clear reason why. She ran up to her bedroom slammed the door shut. But this time it wasn't only the frame that creaked. Or only the adjacent glass vase to the door that broke. She fell. Shattered. Scattered in all the right places for all the wrong reasons. For someone who literally did nothing to deserve it. And as she pulled up her sleeve and slit her wrist, at least the tally was complete. As she wondered herself as well; 'why him?'. ~A n excerpt from a book I'll probably never write by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher mudassirjowher@gmail.com facebook.com/mr.jowher instagram.com/mudassirmohsin

Not all stories are made in heaven. Some of them just tend to happen. At a roadside stall in windy summers, was when I met Huraira. Luckily it wasn't humid nor did I live with someone else. So it was quite easy for me to get her into my apartment. She walked a little tipsy. Upon inspection, I saw bruises on her feet. She was still ill and now in a worse state since I met her on the road, due to travel. I had to tend to her wounds several times. She'd whimper each time I cleaned the wounds.  I'd left her in the house and gone to work, hoping to avoid confrontation once she woke up. Sure enough by the time I came back, she woke up but, didn't leave. Strangely though I couldn't get myself to question. She was just curious that way. I didn't speak to her. Just walked in got on about my things pretending to not see her. Eventually, she got up and came up and sat beside me. I was just wondering something and the next thing I know she closes my laptop. I stare at ...

Life is like a game of Tic Tac Toe, just a fixed set of intersections and a limited number of options at times alternates. If you are lucky you would be facing some one dumb; if you are not they'll be facing someone dumb that's all there is to it. Intersections, options, and luck versus alternates and must I add there are no heroes just convicts and villains or as they call it 'Those that are caught and those that are not.' Our Main character, wait! before that, protagonists are just too overrated there is a person of interest and that's that. [Jermaine, why because that's the name of my favourite rapper,] This is a story about Jermaine and how his life is a plot twist, [well doctors would later on decide to diagnose it as schizophrenia but that's just an elaborate word for people in lab coats isn't it. Well I love to believe so, anyway.] Our Jermaine is your ordinary run of the mill- cog in the machine-born in the middle class: just the right amou...