Book Discussion 

Most of you must have read this masterpiece. I won’t write much about it in the review as we all know that such naration of magical realism can’t be explained but felt. Though the critiques have been generous with their comments over the fast paced timeline with many slow details but overall it’s a wonderful experience to read it. I’m open to discussions!

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Suit

He looked elegant in the suit. The charcoal grey from the expensive tailors, that he could only dream of in the past.

Impressed by his clothing was even the mortician who handed the funeral expenses to Her Highness, responsible for a car accident.

Book Review

There are an infinite amount of books with unfathomable sea of words pouring out of them. We all have read many such books but there are only a few that can be related to our lives. Irum Zahra’s ‘Psychaotic’ is a book related to poetry with little toppings of sweet prose. It successfully stands out to be a great collection of poetry because of the bond that this book develops with the reader and gives a serene moment of soul surfing. Not at a single moment, while reading, anyone would develop an impression that this book is written by someone else. It turns out to be a rhyming and rhythmic story of our own personal lives. Psychaotic touches our hidden passions for tragedy at first by cherishing on its aftermath. It then moves to pain, both emotional and physical. A unique taste is served here by giving both perspectives of pain; when it is inflicted on the victim and then finding the joy of sadistically throwing it back to its origin. Themes of love and its evolving stages are beautifully explained along-with a narrative on different perspectives about such themes. Psychaotic slowly engulfs the reader by providing the comfort of feeling and connecting to each word and emotion written in it. Indeed a great work by a very talented poetess and writer.          

A Good Boy!

He saw her somewhere across the street. Her presence took Sarim over with a deep sensation; but before this sensation, he felt a void, a moment when you stop feeling the world around you; where you stop feeling whether you are alive or life is just an illusion. After that feeling comes a feeling of euphoric orgasm, which, no words on paper have ever succeeded to explain. It was her face, smiling, laughing and forming the perfect countenance among the dark brown of her hair with traces of golden streaks. He could see it, the face, across the street, through the mist gathering on the windshield of his car. Continue reading A Good Boy!