Woh Shaam

I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!

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Kaafi arse se

I’ve always loved urdu/hindi poetry but never wrote much. This is where I wrote a certain thing and I’m sharing the same with you. Tell me if you share the same interest 🙂 

That call

None of them believed me, for the thing I told them was of a very strange nature. Most of the people would have never heard such a thing and imagining it was beyond the capability of many. After I was done speaking, I realized my throat was dry and the strange silence had enveloped us all. Suddenly the telephone rang and broke the silence and the occupants of the room looked at each other with puzzled looks wondering who would be calling at this odd hour.

Mr. Anderson finally got up from his comfortable leather chair and picked up the phone, relieving us of the terrible sound. He said ‘Hello’, and then exclaimed how could this be possible? I soon realized that he wasn’t talking to the caller but to all of us in the room.

Things were beyond the level of my belief, the confusion was now overwhelming and the face of Mr. Anderson told another story which we all were guessing now. I could now see the tension and the fear building up amongst the occupants and realized that I wasn’t only one afraid in the room. This thought was both comforting and scary in a way.

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Duty Calls- Short story Part 1

This morning he was sitting in his jeep outside the government hospital. He had parked under a tree beside the gate, a few steps away from the bus stop where in every 5 minutes a bus came and a hoard deboarded the bus. A few went into the hospital while others rushed towards the metro station, he saw all those people but did not focus on anyone particular. He was just seeing a group of people moving from one place to another, in the distance, an auto waited for the customers in front of the gate. He thought how he is to stand right there, wondering what would happen if an ambulance was to come, or someone who had a heart attack was rushed in through the gate. He sure was unaware that he could be the reason of someone’s death and the worst part was he might not realize that and would do the same thing again.

He knew that he was losing his focus and was instead looking at people, complete strangers, auto-wallahs who came and stopped and looked for customers followed by a bus. He looked in the rearview mirror of his jeep and saw his sweaty and a tired face, then he looked at his uniform which he didn’t get time to change for three days because this investigation was sure a different and a difficult one. He looked around, checked his dying phone and decided to step out of the car and stretch and have a cup of tea. He thought he deserved a cup now, at least.

He locked the jeep and walked and told the auto-wallah to move and not obstruct the gate. He ordered tea and a cigarette, asked for a Gold Flake and lit it, a few puffs and he realized that this was stupid of him, to smoke near the hospital. Before throwing it, he took one long puff and held the smoke in while his lungs burned. He threw and squashed the cigarette under his brown shiny shoes, he wondered how come his shoes were still so clean. He had taken a few sips when he got a call on his phone, he took the call and got to know that the suspect has left the hospital and entered the metro station. He was also asked if he saw him, he took a gulp and said ‘I think I did’, he had to lie.

He threw a fifty rupee note at the chai-wallah and ran towards the metro station. At entering the stations, he saw a long queue and started wondering that the suspect could be anywhere, he could have already boarded a train. He felt useless and irritated but tried to take control of the situation by taking deep breaths. He had heard somewhere that it helped in situations like these.

He came back to the jeep and took three long breaths before finally calling his senior on the phone and telling him that he lost him in the crowd. He turned the key and the engine came to life but he stepped out of the car and went to chai-wallah and asked him for the change before finally leaving to the police station.


Note: I might write a second part of this with a different perspective very soon. Let me know your views about this. Thanks!

Into the night

In the silent night
She moves on her toes
Careful not to make
Any sound or
The wolves will know
And she would never
Be able to out run the wolves.

He looks for her
In the dead night
A howl in the distance
And that’s the only sound
Besides the crunching of snow
Under his feet.

She can’t yell or
She will pull too much
Of attention and
He can’t help but
Worry and look.
She now hopes that
The sun will rise soon
And her anguish will finish
Maybe he will find her

But the night is long
And it only got dark
It was time for the wolves
To hunt now
To hunt and haunt
Those who escaped their master.
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-Jafar Rehman

Man behind the door

I had been sitting on the sofa for some hours now with my laptop in front of me with no charge left. I had been without electricity for hours now and had been sitting in complete darkness. I heard someone climb the stairs and they sound seemed to stop right in front of my door, I expected a knock but it did not come and everything went silent, same as a few minutes ago. The only difference was that this time the silence wasn’t comforting and I had my doubts.

I got up from the sofa and went to the door silently, like a burglar in my own house and very careful with sound. I put my ear on the door and tried to listen and heard some sounds, someone was whispering on the phone or might be talking to himself but then someone else spoke too. By the time I was sure they had some motive and I tried to listen more carefully and pressed my ear against the door. They talked for some time with faint voices and I couldn’t make any sense of it. Then they stopped talking and everything went silent once again and  one of them knocked on the door and I jumped back.

I had to draw a long breath before going towards the door again and heard another knock and I slowly undid the lock and opened the door. There stood two men, their faces not visible in the dark, then one of them stepped ahead and said – “Hey, we are your neighbors. Do you have an extra candle?”

That’s all folks. 🙂


P.S. Copied it from my diary, wrote it earlier in the evening.

That house

Date – 27Dec 2015 11:13pm

Entry 1

The weather is cold and it is a moonless night. The wind is fierce tonight and I hear a wolf howl somewhere in the distance.

I am writing from the haunted house where I have been stuck for weeks now. There are no doors and I see no way out but I find food on the dining table everyday and all the other necessary things one might need.
To be honest with you I find this place nice but I would need someone with me here because it gets alone and the days seem like years.
I hear people going about in the hall when I try to sleep in my room but I never see anyone in the house.

Date – 30 Dec 2015 11:45pm

Entry 2

Little did I know that it was me all this time. I was dead and that was a normal house, there were people alive there but they couldn’t see me like I couldn’t see them.

You must wonder how did I arrive at this conclusion and I must tell you about it ……

His Guilt – Short Story

He sat near his window staring into the dark night and thought about what he had done. Something had gotten into him and it all happened very fast. Now the night and the darkness did not scare him like they used to, the monsters that chased him weren’t there anymore but he was afraid, he was still afraid. He felt like running and something invisible thing chased him, his guilt chased him.

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He lifted his hand up and saw that the blood was now drying and it was much darker in colour. He had done it and there was no going back, he looked at the dead face and it’s eyes were still open,dead yet shining. He looked into them, there was something deep about them, it held him like they were trying to say something. He turned his face towards the window and stared back into the darkness and thought about what he had done.

Crazed Fan – A short story

It was a normal day for me and I was about to leave for work.As usual I switched on the television to catch the news while I had my breakfast.On the news a bookstore
was being shown and the news said “Serial Book Theif”,nabbed with over 10 books in his car of the author called ‘Jafar Rehman’,who has written two bestsellers.I
dropped my toast and gasped on seeing the news and my first thought was who would steal from a bookstore?People hardly read these days and who did mostly went to
libararies.Then I realized that they had found only my books in his car.Then the camera shifted and took it’s viewers to the man who had been caught in the act and
they asked him some questions.

Reporter- Why did you break into a bookstore and stole only the books of the author ‘Jafar Rehman’?

Man – I don’t know,it was random and I needed some book.Couldn’t buy them becuase had no money.On being caught realised that I had all the books by the same
author.

Reporter- It is hard to believe,all the books written by him do not belong to same genre.From so many books in the store you managed to get your hands on only
these?

Man – Hesitates and says it wasn’t a mistake.

Reporter – What then?You like what he writes?

Man – Yes,but I want to be his best friend.

The policemen took the man away and the camera shifted to the reporter once again and he summarised the incident.The news continued and I sat there shocked and
wondering what had happened.This was indeed a peculiar way to become someone’s best friend.I thought of going to meet him in the police station but was advised against
it by my friends and family.They said it must be someone crazy and acting weird.Get used it.
I did not get used to it and now it has been a while but I still wonder who was it,who was that crazy fan?Was it you?


Prompt taken from here.
If it doesn’t make sense,then please do not worry.I wrote it in haste. 😀

Forest and Wolves – A very short story

He opened his eyes realizing he wasn’t able to move.He tried real hard but he knew as it had happened before.What caused it again was the question.He had been seeing a bad dream and last thing he remembered was that he was running through the forest with two wolves behind him.
His heart was beating real fast and it would rip his chest and pop out anytime.He couldn’t remember how he got there in the forest but it seemed that he had been there before and those wolves had been chasing him for a long time.
He now tried lifting his hand and it responded to his command.The episode of sleep paralysis was gone now but he was left with a million questions now.What did his dream meant and how come the forest looked familiar?

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A little note that I’d like to add.
I include the photographs of my handwriting because I believe pen and paper have personal touch.I can’t personally go around show each one of you wonderful people what I wrote.
So instead I just put a photograph here.Also talking about my handwriting,some of you really like it and compliment it.I have worked in it for more than 6 years.I appreciate your comments and it makes me want to write even better.Thank you. 🙂
Hope you enjoyed what I wrote.Leave me your comments.