Tag Archives: Fiction

  1. Rendezvous Gone Wrong

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    07/01/2018 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Read the first Part here. I sat for a long time on that bench and chewed a bit of tobacco …
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  2. Rhapsody of Intent

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    15/09/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Far from the plains of pain, Far from the weary soul, I sit, nestled in the green, And play my …
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  3. Railway Station Rendezvous


    12/04/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    He was walking at an easy pace. A pace that he had empirically proven signified a lazy stroll, a pace …
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  4. Chai Pav

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    11/04/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    They spoke quietly as if afraid that they will draw attention to themselves. Though they were aware of it, they …
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  5. Water. Tea. Smoke. Smokescreen


    23/03/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I was sitting across from him when he lit his cigarette. I saw him come, look around and sat down on …
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Pulp & Fiction

We all change when you think about it. We’re all different people, all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good. You gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.

reading interrupted.

because reading also involves the way your head rests on your hand as you lean over a book, the damp mark you leave on a page when reading in the tub, or being interrupted by a

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