Once, there was a man. Let’s call him Ravi. Now Ravi was not poor, but not rich either. He lived in a small flat, had a regular job, a little salary, and a large imagination. Every third day, Ravi was buying a car. Not...
Author - Safar
— The Story of a Borrowed Voice They ask me with a smile that slices—“Are you writing this on your own?” As if borrowing a pen makes the poem less mine.As if using a tool to speak clearly means I never had a...
Chai, Love Aur Ek Thappad There was once a man named Mohan, a simple tea stall owner in Banaras. One morning, a woman named Radha came to his stall. She smiled, sipped his chai, and said, “Wah! Kya chai banayi...
Main kahaniyaan sirf bolta nahi tha… mehsoos karata tha. Aur phir ek din, woh kahani bani… jo sirf imagination mein nahi, har kisi ke badan mein उतरने लगी। Uska naam nahi loonga… lekin...
Main aksar khud ke saath baithta hoon. Sirf shaant hokar nahi, balki poori imaandari ke saath. Woh imaandari jo aankhon mein aankhon daal ke dekhti hai, jo baat ko gol-mol nahi karti. Aur jab maine khud se yeh...
Part 1: Sheher, Sapne aur Shaadi Ravi aur Meera, ek sheher ke chhote se apartment mein naye-naye base the. Shaadi ko kuch mahine hi hue the. Dono ambitious the — apne-apne tareeke se. Meera thodi dreamy thi, Ravi thoda...
For years, I walked alongside alcohol.It was there in celebration, in sorrow, in silence.It filled the gaps I didn’t know how to close, whispered comfort I mistook for connection.But over time, I began to see that what I was...
Yaad ae tainu, oh din jadon assi ladde si?Gall vadh gayi, lafzan ch uljhan bann gayi si.Par ajj vi main sochdi aan,Meri yaadan di kitaab ch tu ajj vi sab ton vadda hisa ae. Gall karni ae, dil bohot kehnda,Par shuruaat os jagah...
Kabhi ek kahaani padhi thi maine…Ek traveler ki.Jo ek jungle ke beech ek lake ke paas pahucha —Na map mein thi, na plan mein.Bas… mil gayi. Paani saaf tha,jaise aaina.Itna shaant…jaise duniya ka saara shor uss kone...
Can you lend me — just a small drop — of my own freedom? They say women are denied their wings, but I wonder, is it always clipped by others or simply kept folded by choice? She says she wants to be...