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Let me recall my memory. Yes, she was not a very attractive girl. Very thin and not very attractive. I had to encourage and praise her so that she could catch up on her studies and get rid of her…Continue
Retiring from the toiling day’s work I used to go to Café Grand. It is on Abdullah Haroon Road. If you go straight through Zaibunnisa Street in Saddar, you will find Café Grand just opposite to the back entrance of Hotel Metropole. From inside this restaurant is two storey, but second floor is sort of a gallery. The atmosphere of the Grand is one of the attractions for me to count it as the best. There was always been darkness in the café even in the day time. The lightning was so beautifully done that there is always a twilight just as of candles which gives a sensational tranquility. The waiters move as they are floating on the carpeted floor. You can’t hear the sound of their movement but just the frisking of their uniform.
The Music played in background was also my favorite. It feels coming from no where but from everywhere. I feel the traces of tranquilizing effect sweeping in to whole of me. I always experienced an involuntary physical change that led me to note-able alteration in the acuity of tension I was in prior to coming to the café.
Last week I went to the café and sat on the table I chose on the day I first came to this restaurant. This table is so placed in the corner that I can keep all the tables within my sight. I snap the passing by waiter and ordered my usual drink, coffee with some salty biscuits. I do not like creamy pastries or cakes.
I threw a cursor look at the occupiers near me. Sipping my coffee and nibbling biscuit, I first look at the table on my right. This table always occupied by a girl. There was always girl, but everyday I saw new face. She was just sitting there, sipping her drink. I felt a sense of uneasiness, disturbed by some inner gloom. Once I had an eye to eye contact, I was shuddered to see the deep unknown gloom, as she was afraid that her innocence beauty was in peril. She was incessantly watching the watch wearing in her beautiful supple writs.
After few minutes I found a commissionaire standing by her side. He slightly bowed and whispered in her eyes. She abruptly stood and followed him. Before leaving, she once again turned and looked at me. I again felt an electrical shock. It was just a fraction of a moment. Her eyes were gleaming with tears. I felt that they were saying “isn’t there any one who could save me, even you!”
She turned her face and walked away, staggering like a person is taken to be crucified, head down, shoulders bowed. I felt myself empty from inside, as empty as I was no more. I sat there for few moments trying to gather myself, and then left the café.
On my way back I felt a deep dejection within me. I was feeling that I was nothing. My condition was of like a person who could save a dying person but did nothing.By mishaikh
Above is my picture for "Wordless Wednesday", though today is Friday, (I was declared the winner of last contest posted by Rosemary), I shot this picture yesterday evening especially for this contest. Try to give it a caption. do not think much, what comes in your mind very first will be the real one. The…Continue
I wrote this blog sometime in 2014.
Last night it was raining. The sky was getting illuminated intermittent lightening. Power was fluctuating, and finally, it was gone and I got dc (disconnected) from my friend on the net. I left the table with an inner gloom and went to the balcony. It was raining heavily with thunder. I let the downpour come upon my body just to try to wash off all the fatigue of the day. There was darkness outside, just the rays…Continue
There may be thousands of lovers, but rarely there is one who is set on the level of a beloved. How nice it is to make you feel complete that there is someone in a corner of this earth who thinks about you, cares about you in his solitude. Your memory spreads a sweet smile on his face. I remember the day, I was a child, your dad brought me home after my parents…Continue
I read Onee’s comment she posted on her own recent blog addressing to me, she commented: ““C'mon.... You just need to make a news report. How about a news report with the theme of 'LOVE', this is my personal challenge to you. I know you're expert in this matter.”
Since then I was thinking what to do, I tried to recall my…Continue