Just printed a few copies of my stories which were translated into Urdu by Abidah Sarfraz (my very dear aunt – my father’s older sister.

Stars never die

We are born a sun, radiant and bright – planets orbiting around us continuously. Then, we take on the qualities of a moon, pulled by the gravity of other planets. Later, we sense the power of our own gravity and smile at the moons drawn to us. Ultimately, we become a star again, watching the universe from above. And recognizing the original fount of all gravitational forces, we fall into its loving embrace, our journey having come to an end.

Words unspoken

My random thoughts…

The Little Rubber Ball

Once upon a time there was a little rubber ball that lived in a broken box with sharp jagged edges. Every time the little ball bounced, it got bruised, but that didn’t stop it from bouncing because that’s what rubber balls do.

One day the little ball bounced so high that it bounced right out of the box and into a strong new box with a lid. The ball was happy.

It grew stronger and stronger everyday until one day it grew so strong that it jumped right out of the box-with-the-lid and bounced away.

It bounced on the land and it bounced in the sea.

It bounced higher and higher, and higher, until one day it bounced right up into the sky and landed among the stars.

When it looked down, it saw boxes, millions of boxes – some with lids, some without, some broken, some fixed. It looked down and sighed, a long deep sigh, realizing that boxes were not made to bounce.