Arts & Literature

I whisper to you so that

“Dokhtar-e-Angrez.” Daughter of English, my grandmother says with pride.

At the mouth of the cave That breathes out pure hatred

I often find myself unloved and uncared.

The barren castle on the Cliffside Whispers of a gown's hem at night

He was a big proponent of the sanctity of the written word and its power to improve the human condition.…

I didn't remember how I fell asleep last night and woke up at 6 in the morning. Immediately, I checked…

Unlike others, Sarah was adamant to live life on her own terms and was reluctant to give up on her…

These dark days of my life, Will they ever end? Without you by my side, My heart will never mend.