A picnic of wounds

Sometimes we become the people we've always hated or complained of and develop a strange sympathy for the time they were with us. We always have a predefined notion of paradise and in the hurry of finding it, we ourselves become one, for the devil.In the process, we gift ourself a wound, called regret. Which … Continue reading A picnic of wounds

The Iris Sellers

“And that’s how I keep them alive, beneath the oak trees, in the sweet limestone soils and this hot weather”, Fungi’s finger was held tightly by his grandson whom he brought to his workplace for the first time, “Phylloxera didn’t engulf them, and nor did the wars, they’re right here in front of you”, he … Continue reading The Iris Sellers

Iftar and Miniatures of Paradise

The tastiest foodstuff isn’t on our plate; we are most attracted to things which we are currently deprived of. There are drinks we once had the least interest in and after few sips we could vomit at its mere imagination and still, we drool over them while fasting. Imagination, a beautiful world we all love … Continue reading Iftar and Miniatures of Paradise

Keeping love alive

Lost in thoughts of having noodles, of savoring the taste of its masala and soft texture, you are cleaning the dust-laden showcase and finally surrender to the craving. As you exit from the kitchen, you realize that you’re still not satisfied. You wanted more. You go and eat the entire big bowl so that you … Continue reading Keeping love alive