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A Story of a Bookseller
It was a beautiful sunny day in December in Pakistan. I was sitting beside her in the corridor of our university. We were having our tea when her beautiful lips started moving to say something beautiful. I prepared myself for that since I always listen to her words with the same attention. Her words began to make a pattern and went as, "There are a few people out there who actually do love. People in this modern time do not have urge to spend their lifetime with anyone. You know Nasir, there are 99% people who are actually faking in love and only 1% are there who actually do love, A true and pure love and those are the people who know how to take care of the other person and how to remain loyal with anyone." I asked her, "Are you among the 99% or 1%." I had curiosity to know though I had an idea how much she loved me. But she startled me by saying, "I won't tell a lie, I am among the 99%. Why would I boast on anything that I don't have." Her words made me numb though I knew that she is still telling a lie.Then I asked her," What about me?" She said," You are among the 1% people who truly love." I was happy to know that but I was confused that who could she be among the 99% as she is in love with me heart and soul. Now.................... Its been almost a year I haven't talked to her. I haven't seen her. She has gone from my life for good. She cleared my confusion a year ago that how she could be among the 99%. Now, I have learnt where to put efforts and where not to. I have learnt to get lessons from past and to look for new experiences. (An event from the life of a bookseller)
By Nasir Malik2 years ago in Fiction
141 The Persistence of Memory
His love, outside of time, beyond the illusion of forever, was immemorial as it was eternal. Long before the human genome had been discovered and deciphered in cold, impersonal laboratories, his epigenetics had been warmly at work, laying down inheritable sentiments for his progeny. He built up a latticework of devotion to her where natural selection had no relevance.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Fog
Whispers in the Fog The fog rolled in thick and heavy, enveloping the small coastal town of Ravensbrook in a shroud of gray. It was a familiar scene, yet it never failed to send a chill down the spine of anyone who dared to wander its deserted streets after dusk. The town had its secrets, buried deep within its history, and the fog seemed to carry whispers of those long-forgotten tales.
By Hamari Duniya Pak2 years ago in Fiction
Starlight Manor
Once Mayuri departs from the guest room and Lise enters, Alois all but disappears out of her sight. His only words to Lise before he goes, before she can ask him any of the thousands of questions bouncing around in her jumbled brain, are to stay put and not follow him. A command—as always.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
139 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 1
Thank you, everyone, for attending this week's meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — the SSSASRS, or as it's quaintly pronounced, "Scissors."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
