The flies and filth

The flies and filth
by ahsan raza

once i was sitting in my office in a hot summer day of June . the fan was one and i was having a cold drink while flies were buzzing around me with an irritating typical buzz and i was hitting them with my fly pad . it was like a mechanical...

The dead and smell of cooked rice

The dead and smell of cooked rice
by ahsan raza

i have always loved my village and its inhabitants , how they live and spent time while helping each-other out in thick and thin . my fellow villagers also have a strong connection with the religion and its traditions associated with the...