Nostalgic Homo sapien

  The winter air in November had a kind of stillness to it — as if waiting for a decision to be made. In our family, the living room was full of soft murmurs, trays of sweets, and a tension that often came with marriage proposals. My cousin Aleena, the eldest of four sisters, sat quietly in her peach salwar kameez, eyes lowered, fingers playing with the corner of her dupatta. “He’s a good boy,” said Uncle Rahim, her father, for what must have been the tenth time that week. “I’ve seen him grow up right in front of me. Same gali, same mohalla. Feels like one of our own.” His voice held that tone — that sense of pride laced with urgency, the way fathers speak when they think they’ve finally found the 'perfect' match for their daughters. The boy — Arsalan — ran a mobile repair shop just a few shops down from Uncle’s general store. He was soft-spoken, polite, and his family lived decently. But something about him never sat right with me. Every time I saw his Instagram DP, I’d get th...

 They say time reveals the truth. I say memory preserves it. Some stories live in silence for so long, they begin to ache inside the bones of those who carry them. They don’t scream for attention. They whisper. They tug gently, again and again, until one day, you finally sit down and listen. This book is the result of such whispers. It was sometime after Mother’s Day this year that the whisper became a pull. A sense of urgency washed over me, a need to speak, to document, to tell a story that had long been passed down in fragments, through looks exchanged between my parents, pauses in their words, and the heaviness in their silences. It was no longer enough to know the story in my heart. I had to write it. My parents will celebrate twenty-five years of marriage this July. I wanted to gift them something personal. Something lasting. Something beyond material. And then I remembered what my mother once told me during the COVID lockdown years ago, when the world had slowed down enough ...

The other day at my dental college, something happened that I can’t forget. I was standing in the gallery near the canteen, just watching the usual scene—students chatting, people walking around, and patients sitting in the waiting area. But then, one man caught my attention. He was sitting quietly in the patient’s waiting area. At first, I didn’t notice anything unusual. But then I saw that he had no hands. What truly amazed me was how he was using his leg to scroll through his phone, completely focused, just like anyone else using Facebook. He wasn’t struggling or drawing attention. He looked calm, relaxed, and completely absorbed in what he was doing. And I just stood there, staring for a moment, feeling something shift inside me. It made me realize how strong and adaptable human beings can be. We often complain about small problems or feel stuck when things don’t go our way. But here was a man who had lost his hands—and yet, he was living his life, using his phone like it was the m...

My life has been a rollercoaster since childhood, but if there’s one constant amidst the chaos, it’s him—the boy with dark brown eyes and hair. From the moment I first glimpsed him at the kindergarten gate, a strange sensation washed over me, as if we were two souls entwined in a previous life. That feeling ignited a fascination within me, an inexplicable desire to claim him as my own. Destiny conspired time and again to weave our paths together. I dismissed the coincidences at first, but when I found him in my elementary school, and later, in high school, it felt like the universe was playing a grand design. During those tumultuous teenage years, he emerged as the most handsome boy in school. Girls were infatuated with him—captivated by his charm, his height, and his role as captain of the football team. I often felt a pang of jealousy as I watched him with his various girlfriends, especially with Cherry, his most recent flame. Yet, in the depths of my heart, I clung to the belief tha...

  You'd read this if you're planning to join dental school. Right now , I am not experienced enough to jump to conclusions that joining dentistry can be one of the best decisions of your life or worst, but from what, I have learnt and noticed in one year of staying in dental school is worth sharing with you all. I've only noticed the negativities and maybe someday if I find positivities, I'm going to update it. 4 things that, I hate about dental school It's very expensive : Apart from paying the hefty of annual fees,  You'd have a part time job, to bear your expenses, we literally have to buy these pre-clinical, personal instruments which cost fortune to us, and if any of it get damaged we didn't get enough time to exchange it or get it repaired,  and may have to leave a class. Not much time for self care: It can be stressful, sometimes on weekends due to several assignments, and pending work ,we may not get time to spend our weekends the way we...

  You may never know that I existed  but at the last stage of the place where we unknowingly created many memories,  I am gonna to pack all of those within the locker of my heart and bank account of my brain.  So,that if someday I had a heart transplant it would be safe in my bank account or if someday I lost my memories then it would be safe in my locker. It has been months that I saw you face to face because you left that place earlier than me.    I don't even know as if  I am going to see you again or not but because of these memories I get a sense of temporary bliss of spending my time with you. Will you ever gonna to Came in me life again to shine my every morning ...