Irfan Baba
Bio
Irfan Baba is author of a novel entitled 'Love and the Other World.' Besides he is a columnist, a blogger too, writes mostly on Kashmir, politics, romance and spirituality. He hails from Srinagar, Kashmir.
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Stories (3/0)
The Old Man's Diary
The Old Man’s Diary I curse myself; especially before the mirror while searching and wailing for a man who never played with someone’s trust. My injured conscience sometimes gives me sleepless nights. However I get coaxed by realizing the fact that breaking the promise offered me the SECRETS OF SKY, albeit I keep the second promise. I stay away from the old man. Although it hurts that he never looked again at the sky?
By Irfan Baba2 years ago in Fiction
Mental Block
Mental Block (A paralyzing agent) Medical science says that all babies are born with underdeveloped brains, hypersensitive to the stimulus. This implies that normal brains start marathon from same point then develop in correlation with the given atmosphere and nourishment. It is a clear gesture that brain germinates, acquires ability, provided it is groomed well. If the amplification of brain was not subjected to external factors, everyone on the planet would have been with identical virtues.
By Irfan Baba2 years ago in Motivation
Oh Dad I Wish...
Five weeks after the havoc played, it was my first trip outside valley. When I landed, I had forgotten completely, though for few seconds only. I switched on phone to check dad’s missed call alerts. His habit was to keep calling till I would land. Either I would receive his call or missed call alerts just after switching on the phone. This time there was nothing, no call, no alert. I realized instantly that I had actually forgotten. I don’t know how but I could restrain tears in eyes like I did for the sighs in my heart. Perhaps by now I had learnt the art to absorb tears within eyes and restrict sighs within heart. It’s true, but I craved for a dark corner under the ambient roof of Delhi Airport where I would weep to my full and let the heart exhaust sighs. I avoided boarding metro, despite the fact that my hotel was near to its station. I needed a moment in solitude. I took a cab. I prefer to sit with the drive for a chat. This time I went for back seat, hence offered myself a moment of solace.
By Irfan Baba2 years ago in Families