Dear…

I have something to tell you. You would think it’s a rat, roaming around inside the walls. It makes a strange, scratching sound like someone trying to get out. I, of course, will never let it escape. Why should I? It never would come back if I did. I feel better with it trapped inside the substantial walls of my house, always moaning and screeching to…

Father Part 4

He is really well-dressed and graceful,’ she thought as he knocked at the door. She was so engrossed in watching him that she didn’t realise it had been five minutes since he had been standing there. ‘Mother, Uncle Sikander still hasn’t opened the door,’ she shouted. Maybe a bit too loud because the young man turned around and looked straight at her. She whipped away…

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Father

The small room felt so much larger today to the man propped on the bed in front of the lone window. He sensed a change in the wind coming through the flimsy curtains that hung down in tatters behind him. The room had acquired a brightness notwithstanding the peeling paint on the walls and Sid, as people called him, felt on top of the world.…