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She stepped out again
when it started to rain.
She held an umbrella in her hand
& wore no slippers on her feet.
She liked to splatter,
the water on the streets
with her bare feet.
So every time it rained
People who saw her exclaimed,
“There goes the Umbrella Girl again!”
A little girl and her kitten on a brick windowsill enjoying the midnight breeze on a moon lit night-a memory to keep.
You know life is perfect when there’s a stack of books and a cup of tea by your side.
A pattern lost and found in some old yellow pages bringing back a breeze of memories.
A seven-year old daughter draws a design so she can use it as reference to apply mehendi on her mother’s palm on the eve of Eid.
Day 5 Inktober Challenge
Dragons, fantastic mythical fire-breathing beasts. These mysterious creatures symbolize power, evoke fear, and will never fail to fascinate.
Day 4 Inktober Challenge
A cold night where the skies are clear and blue, petals from flowers fall gently with the night breeze, a lantern hanging from the branches brings hope and lends light, making the experience beautiful for passersby.
Day 3 Inktober Challenge
Freedom, elegance and sheer joy – dance is a wonderful form of art.
Day 2 of Inktober Challenge 2019
Day 1
#inktober challenge
I wake up in a daze. I open my eyes and see the blue sky above my head surrounded by trees. I sit up with a startle and look around in panic, too many trees and scattered fallen leaves on the ground.
Where am I?
What is this place?
“I think I am in a forest, somewhere deep inside a forest.”
I stand up in fright to see if anyone was around. I start walking slowly, worried that I would get lost. I fear of getting deeper into the forest with no way out.
I do not cry for help or make any noise. I just keep walking. Walking carefully, always alert, searching for some kind of a trail or sign that could lead me out of this strange forest. My mind is a blur and then suddenly I heard something. The sound wasn’t from the forest, it sounded like moving cars. I run towards the direction of the sound hoping that I would hear it again.
I finally see a highway far ahead. I feel relieved but I do not move. I just stand motionless and continue staring ahead because I do not recognize this place. This isn’t my home, I am in a foreign land. This feels does not like home, I do not belong in this world anymore.
Something has changed. I slowly lift my hand and touch the back of my shoulder. There was a swelling with a bulge on my back, with something jutting out. I quickly turn my head to look. Wings. There were wings on my back, in the color of my skin, they feel like a part of me now. I try to move them and surprisingly they move with ease like any other part of me. I try flapping them slowly, they move smoothly and effortlessly. Slowly I can feel my feet rising above the ground. I get frightened and stop moving and end up abruptly falling on the ground.
Then it all the memories come whooshing back to me. The night was as dark as a night could be, hazy vision, swollen fingers reaching for me in an inebriated state, and then the fall. I had fallen from my balcony but I did not drop to the ground, I had grown wings and flown away from the miseries of the world.
I shut up my eyes and stop looking ahead at the highway. I turn back towards the forest and slowly start moving. But this time I don’t walk, I fly.
Nuraine Sadaf 