The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."
On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.
I'm here trying to subtly impress people by holding my breath underwater for 30 seconds and this person comes in with their impeccable shape and torso chiseled to perfection.
Being a 5' 6” girl in a country where the average height of women is 4' 1” is not as glamorous as it may seem.
Everybody stalks in social media more or less, if you're scrolling through someone's timeline or accidentally liking their Instagram post from 2012 at 2 a.m. you've relapsed beyond help.
I've never been the kind of person who sits and stares at stars. Never until recently when it's the one thing that seems to hold my sanity intact.
Whether it's the bark that calms you down or the meow that thaws your heart, your pet of preference goes a long way to reflect on who you are.
Ambling into his dimly lit room, Maruf hastily shuts the door closed, cutting off abbu mid-lecture about whatever nonsense he was yammering about.
If you're a student stressed about finals, praying for a miracle to pull you back from distractions and help you focus, you aren't alone.
"You're not real" Rida whispered as a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead. She kept on repeating it like a mantra, "You're not real, I'm only imagining," as if convincing herself more than convincing the figure before her.
Tired of fairness creams, YouTube tutorials and internet remedies that gets you nowhere to being the lustrous, flawless, model like beings you want to be? Perhaps you've been looking at beauty the wrong way all along.
If you are living vicariously through your best friend's relationship, deciding the next text and gobbling down their
