Mushtaque Basheer Barq's Blog – December 2012 Archive (1)

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).…