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Ayaan Kohli

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2025

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Lahore, 1947

Ayaan Kohli

I was only ten when the kites stopped flying in Lahore. Before "partition" was a word adults whispered, Lahore still felt like it belonged to all of us. Our gully in the walled city sounded the same every morning, milkmen calling out prices, cyclists weaving between rickshaws and tangas, and women arguing over vegetable prices. From our rooftop, I could see the street, the masala shop sign, and the minaret of the nearby Mosque. Best of all I could always see my best friend Kashif’s balcony where we would do hand signals to meet. Kashif and I...

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Meethe Chawal

Ayaan Kohli

Submitted to Contest #333

I was only ten when the kites stopped flying in Lahore. Before "partition" was a word adults whispered, Lahore still felt like it belonged to all of us. Our gully in the walled city sounded the same every morning, milkmen calling out prices, cyclists weaving between rickshaws and tangas, and women arguing over vegetable prices. From our rooftop, I could see the street, the masala shop sign, and the minaret of the nearby Mosque. Best of all I could always see my best friend Kashif’s balcony where we would do hand signals to meet. Kashif and I...

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A Kite

Ayaan Kohli

I was only ten when the kites stopped flying in Lahore. Before "partition" was a word adults whispered, Lahore still felt like it belonged to all of us. Our gully in the walled city sounded the same every morning, milkmen calling out prices, cyclists weaving between rickshaws and tangas, and women arguing over vegetable prices. From our rooftop, I could see the street, the masala shop sign, and the minaret of the nearby Mosque. Best of all I could always see my best friend Kashif’s balcony where we would do hand signals to meet. Kashif and I...

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