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The town of Kumkot was alive with the spirit of the Winter Lights Festival. Every street corner seemed to glow with fairy lights, and the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon lingered in the crisp December air. Children darted through the crowd, their laughter ringing out as they tugged at their parents' hands to visit the next attraction. The festival was a time for joy, togetherness, and, for most people, a celebration of the holiday season.But not everyone felt the holiday cheer. Tania, the soft-spoken owner of Books and Books, the tow...
Beneath the silver glow of a full moon, a young boy named Arman stood in the clearing of the Whispering Woods. The air was still, save for the faint rustling of the ancient Whispering Tree’s leaves. The tree was a towering giant with a trunk so wide that even three grown men could not encircle it with their arms. Its branches reached out like the arms of a wise old guardian, cradling the stars. Arman had often heard tales about the Whispering Tree from his grandmother. “It holds the memories of the forest,” she would say, her voice laced wit...
Alam Joh was a poor farmer of simple nature in manners and behavior. He was residing in a far fledged village of Sokan amidst the mountainous skirts of Pir Panjal in Kashmir. Alam would earn livelihood by cultivating his lands in the village. He had rarely gone to any city at all. He loved his village and its landscapes. Once there happened a strange incident with Alam. He was busy at works in the fields when the postman delivered him a letter. It was the year of 1995 and landline phones or cell phones were not found in the backward areas. ...
Submitted to Contest #72
A melodious clamor of girls’ talking was emerging out from the middle class room of the tuition center. The conversation was at its full swing among the young audacious students. When Mr. Rauf entered the class amid of these gossips, a silence prevailed there suddenly. The tunes of mischievous chattering were quiet now. When he took a bird eye view of the students, he found two new girls sitting on the front desks. He inquired about the whereabouts of these new students politely. A pretty looking tall girl stood up decently to introduce and ...
Rafia had completed her bachelor in medicines and now she was in the initial year of medical practices in a famous hospital of the city. Pasha and Sobia were parents of Rafia.. She was their only sibling. Her mother was a professor and father served as a lawyer. They had brought up Rafia with a lot of love and care. She was also considering them being the ideal parents.One evening Rafia was sitting with her mother in the drawing room engaged in usual conversation. Sobia embarked a hidden nostalgia of her memoirs. In the course of normal...
Submitted to Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives when Fayaz first met Sara in the school and they promised to be the eternal fellows at such an early age. Though the promise of life long love became a matter of conflict yet the tale of affection go aboard at its run. The tale traces the tactics of love soaring life not in favors of Fayaz but seemingly not exactly against his lines of action. There were five to six huts of barbers’ families in Fayaz’s village. These houses had a grungy and skimpy look as it would have been prevailing ...
Submitted to Contest #66
Ambitions are pretty to be made but hard to accomplish through lifelong struggle. When ever a collapse of ambitions occurs; all concerns of life and art overturn the pleasures and popularity. Jamal Khan emerged as an artist from a poor hamlet in the far southeast marshy areas of Lahore city. He possessed an innate genius of musical art. The tunes of the flute and rhythms of his sitar had magical stances on the hands of Jamal*. The throbs of the strings and notes of the flute scatter splendid imagination on Jamal’s blows and thrills. Almost a...
Submitted to Contest #65
Hassam was fond of mystical matters to a greater extent. He used to study the spirits or ghosts concerning books. Once he read a book of attaining the spiritual powers. It was an account of various spiritual skills and potency of dealing with the spirits. The book contained many methods to master the spirits controlling techniques. Hassam traced an easy method of attaining the authority over spirits of either vice or nice origins. From numerous such tricks, he selected a suitable trick for him of passing two Friday nights in a graveyard. It...
Submitted to Contest #64
Mrs. Saba was worrying over the academic performance of her daughter Eliza. Eliza could not obtain good marks in Entrance Examination. Hence the mother was worrying over the low level success. She planned to arrange home tuition for Eliza. So she was in search of a proficient teacher for Eliza’s excellent performance in the next examination. Her academics were not up to the standards for the admission in a medical college which Saba wanted for her. She wished to see Eliza a doctor. She made a call to Apex Center of Home Tutors Providers. Sh...
Submitted to Contest #63
Decent Coffees and Curries was a famous hotel cum shop in the outskirts of the city. It was in the premises of the college where I would teach. It was a popular place for visitors and the locals. It had three lounges on three sides of it. People would come here with friends and families to sit, sip and chat. Now it was autumn season and the inflow of the people on the Decent had increased. The shop presented special autumn drinks for the customers during this era of the year. It would turn into a multiple choices beverage shop on the advent...
Nasser was a young trader of apples in the Valley of Kashmir. He had made an advance purchase of a large apple garden in the premises of the capital city of Srinagar. To buy the apple crop two or three months earlier was a general customary trend there. The traders used to procure the fruit garden much before the ripening season. Though apples were collected from the trees by the last days of September yet the gross transactions by the traders were usually made in July. All the fruit dealers followed the traditional purchasing pa...
It was seventh day of Professor Elisa in the hospital. She got severe head injuries and many minor wounds on her body in a horrible car accident. In this accident, she lost her husband Doctor Salem. They both were coming back home after attending a function late at night. Their car struck against a fast moving dumper from the opposite side. A sudden collision darkened Elisa’s eyes and senses and then she was unaware of the further nuisance. After a week long intensive care and cure by the doctors, now she was somewhat normal and could imagin...
Although it is not easy to live in the ruins of past yet it someone relates you with some aspects of life. These facets of time can’t be lived through but nostalgia. An epoch of such a sort hurls entire capsule of the brain stained chains of memories. Same way, I am obsessed a lot of the thought stuck in the realms of the memoirs. Such accounts of life entangle me under the deep depressions of reminiscence of a departed girl. Pretty were the days of childhood on the dawn of teenage. I was a little frail looking boy of fair complexion. We l...
Submitted to Contest #60
We were on a tour to a far off hill station. Passing up through a thick forest, we reached on an open lush green place on the ridge. On a plain grassy patch, we took rest for a while. I was facing the setting sun from the opposite side over a mountain peak. Suddenly I saw a fairy like pretty posture in the dispersing rays of the sun. “Look over there. How a pretty she is!” I shouted. All the other three friends got focus their eyes in the direction of my hand. They could see nothing there. That fairy image was not on scene even to me. My fr...
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