Sumi Siddiqa
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Photographer & Director based in Toronto
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TEA
The kitchen was buzzing with steaming pots, filling the air with white smoke and an authentic aroma of delicious food. Chopping the cucumbers with great care, she pushed down her knife precisely against the green vegetables cutting a perfect circle. She gave a satisfied smile as she tossed the remaining salad together. Perfectly calm she took the spatula and stirred the brown-colored lamb stew, putting some at the tip of her tongue to taste the amount of salt. She was calm and confident in the kitchen until a loud knock on the door sprang her back to life. With a spasm of shock running through her body, she dropped her hot metal spatula on her feet slightly burning it. Now there was a mess of splattered stew on the floor. She bent down hurriedly to clean up the mess and couldn't help but cringe at the burning pain on her feet. She cursed nervously under her breath as she heard a rough knock on the door repeat itself. Springing to her feet she sprinted to the door and ripped it open. It was him. It was her husband. He strolled savagely through the living room leaving muddy boot prints over the clean sparkling floor that she worked so hard to clean. She stood behind him nervously as a trickle of sweat slowly ran from her hairline to her neck. She bit her lips so hard that she could taste the sulfuric flavor of blood. Her husband broke the unbearable silence as he ordered her to fetch some tea. She sighed. She was used to this. Making tea every so often that she could do it in her sleep. As she headed back to the kitchen her hand started working mechanically grabbing the key ingredients and dumping them in her teapot. So far everything was going as planned. Now only if she could get the courage to do it. The Amortentia was inside the cupboard. She promised herself she would do it. She even rehearsed the moves several times. But could she do it? She had to, she thought sternly. Her thin hand stretched to open the cupboard. She stopped midway and sighed opening it all the way.
By Sumi Siddiqa3 years ago in Futurism
SCARBOROUGH
I have been to many places which on paper should have felt like home, but I always come back to Scarborough. Scarborough has charm, Scarborough has memories, Scarborough has culture, but most importantly Scarborough has a rugged beauty that many people overlook.
By Sumi Siddiqa3 years ago in Wander