On Manto’s 108th birth anniversary

“The more I sit thinking of Manto’s genius, I recall  my  meeting his grandnephew Abid Hasan Minto, in  New Delhi&rd...

Conversion of sorts!

Nodding, I walked back, towards home… I opened the window to let in some fresh air but what came in the way were those dengue warnings f...

Kashmir Valley’s Rafeeqa Khatoon

I had no choice but to walk on. But the weight of the apple stuffed bag was getting on my nerves, writes Humra Quraishi&n...

Mr and Mrs Inn

After what seemed an hour, the rain fury finally gave way to just about a drizzle. Not letting the puddles coming in way, I rushed towards the ...

Shahryar and those sharks

 “As I stood there, I could see Shahryar walking around. And even as I kept calling out to him, he didn’t respond. Perhaps, di...

Why not a full-fledged one!

With my father it was different, as blood bonding had taken care of that  connectivity with all those murmurs and mutters he’d come ...

THAT SHAWL

A short story by – Humra Quraishi,

As I was assembling the suitcases, Shams Shah breezed in. Dumped ...