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MUTILATED RETURN

 MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ -

Clouds had overshadowed the glimmering glances of the sun and the nature seemed to prepare a stage for something unusual for it was getting darker and darker with a drizzle making it horrible. Ashraf opened the window to have a glimpse of the Square just a few steps ahead of the main gate. He called his son Amjad to bring home milk and bread for morning tea. “ Dis BicharisTainShungna” his mother pleaded”. (Let the poor kid sleep longer).…

                                                 UMAT’S SNOWMAN

                                     A breathing portrait on notebook

Mushtaque B Barq

Umat was repeatedly sneaking her looks through that half broken window protected with iron grill which was seizing side glances which Umat was trying hard to take hold of the Vast Blue , yet the grill was enough irritating to produce different views of the cloudless sky. Her face was partially held by some unknown grief…