I shunned your love letters at the seashore which will soon perish and solvate just like my fragile footprints fading away with the tidal flow and love will never knock our door, because i will never see you again
I read stories of your devilry sorcery and how you fostered catastrophe among the stars and how the lucent dawn was turned into a nightmarish dusk
In the evening, you sit on the tombstone holding the embers of all the corpses that you have devoured. At midnight you revel and feast on the souls and fears of your muggins
Behold the segments of ruthless pain for in them lay the blaze of havoc which will pulverize your dark sorority of deceit and insanity
A cute girl was watching the mesmerising world through her windows. "None thinks about how life goes through different twists and turns. Yesterday she was playing with a doll and today she is grown up in just a blink of an eye" She monologued herself. Her mother called her down "Shafaq, do come and have your lunch" "yes I am coming" replied Shafaq. Yes, the tiny girl who once played with the doll is Shafaq. She descended from the stairs and moved towards the dining table in the dining hall. "What were you watching out there?" Mother questioned. "Nothing," said Shafaq Upon a lot of insisting from her mother, Shafaq said "nothing but watching the beautiful birds singing melodiously". A man named Ahmed with long beard entered the dining hall. He is none but Shafaq's father. As usual, he was strict and dominant and hence people around were silent. "How are your studies going on Shafaq?" questioned Ahmed. "Yes, it's good and we do have a new tutor to teach psychology," replied Shafaq. "And baba the van driver was asking for the fee" continued Shafaq. "Yes, I've spoken and have given the rent. And I am going to change your college van," said Shafaq's father, Ahmed. Shafaq with a helpless tone said, "No baba! I don't want to change. It's good and all my friends are in it".
Heedless Ahmed carried on with his meals. "pass the pirki Fathima," said Ahmed to his wife. Just in a while, he shouted, "Where is the Korno bought by Shoaib?" Kono is nothing but Balochi bread made on stones and Shoaib was the servant. He went on shouting angrily. "Do I have to tell you everything? Don't you know how to serve meals for your husband?" And this was a never-ending situation.
Shafaq was a girl who was suffering from somnambulism. Every night she gets on her bed and in the dawn, she finds herself at the mountains at a distance from her house.
At that night, looking at her parent's fight; she became hopeless again and slept sobbing under her blanket. Her nightmares were even worst as she saw her father killing her mother and she is witnessing all these through a tiny hole in the door standing helpless. Though it was a dream, it stopped her breath away for a moment. While sleeping she stepped out from the bed and started walking then crossing of her room and descending from the stairs she entered into the street. slowly moving towards the end of the street suddenly she heard a sound from the bushes and she stopped.
Marhaba! ♥️ This is your MC, Hira welcoming you warmly for the Last Episode of this season.
Thank you for being with us in this week long journey of #TSWHK and reverting our passion with your love.
LAST EPISODE : In our #WallOfFame post #Starring, we asked you if you've any questions to ask @cosines . As promised we're here with your answers and our EPILOGUE.
In these social distancing times, THE STAGE's idea was to spread warmth, positivity, sense of community comfort and interaction.
This journey of a week is a journey I will wish to walk again. It was no easy task. Nights of sleep deprivation- writing, illustrating, compiling, editing but bouts of creativity and passion to present this grandly to you kept me going. Thank you for being with 'The Stage', you waiting for exact 8pm and adorning our comment section will be with us for a very long time.
To this great audience,
* throws a tulip in the air *
Next day: MIRAKEE TIMES page 3 publishes GROUP PHOTO of "THE STAGE" AUDITORIUM, Main headline reads, "Picture abhi baqi hai, mere dost!" reading some anecdotes from article,
When asked @say_me_krish is looking lost in group photo. He said, he's wondering what he'll do @8pm from now on.
@chirps she has been questioned at customs for her exit card doesn't match her entry card ( @sangfroid_soul ). On interrogation she revealed she even managed to take snacks in break time using her another @ocean_ card. *Ah!* (Is she some big firm's undercover agent searching for talent like me?) ••• A Big chunk thank you to RUCHITA, @the_procrastinating_poet and my self recruited Manager for helping from behind the curtains. Comment down below your favourite memory of THE STAGE. ma‘a as-salaama (goodbye) ila-liqaa‘ (until we meet again) ...