Narrative

By Mushtaque B Barq It was a dazzling daybreak; clouds had long been engulfed by azure sky, leaving the upside...

By Mushtaque B Barq “Why are you looking perplexed”, I asked my better half. She only turned her head and...

By Mushtaque B Barq This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Happiness, that is but an...

By Mushtaque B Barq Blows of the early morning zephyr nearly inaudibly and unnoticeably passed over the freshly bathed leaves....

By Mushtaque B Barq The morning sun invited one and all, for its face was slowly pushing the long veils...

BY Z.G.MUHAMMAD Some friends, are opposed to the idea of relating the history of the land, old or of the...

BY Z.G.MUHAMMAD The Posha Painter had painted every shade of the Solomon;s garden in beautiful colours. With brush and paint...

By Z.G.Muhammad Som Bhat with his wife Sona Batin lived for the last five years in a small room at...

Mushtaque B Barq The window from the west end of living room brought a colossal branch of a Chinar tree...

By Mushtaque B Barq In the middle of lecture Andrew changed his seat, from his usual front row to that...