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Tariq Saeed

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Black Cat.

Mr Victor Dixon 60, in a billionaires circle, clicked Sheila 32,in a Black cat's costume on a stage show.The first glimpse of Sheela forced him to meet her.He reached Sheila and she deliberately linger his palm to Mr Alex.Datings continued with different tastes and styles. One night ,sitting in a Ferry,The full moon light and the glimmering shadows made both of them,romantic."Sheila,your presence makes me young and rejuvenated.I'm feeling young and hectic as I'm a once again steeped in my twenties".Mr Alex expressed his inner self feelings t...

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My best companion for life.

I hurriedly up with the whistle of a kattel.At that night I was dead tired"Dont talk your way out of this.".This sentence of my Geometry Teacher was echoing in my mind."What does it mean? I think in haste she uttered some wrong sentence,but the teacher is a seasoned one,she could never be wrong .I have to make myself able to understand the words of my Geometry Teacher.Some depth ,I'm not catching her idea. I wanted to escape from the school.Although,I liked science ,reading science books but Geometry ,was out of my taste.Now I think why? Be...

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Chastised the life.

Johnny,an old beggar,tall and broad shouldered,looked like a character of some adventurous movie.Some times ,his getup took me to old actors like Gregory peck, Richard Burton and Sean Connery,wearing long untidy beard, filthy woolen cap touched his ears,open shirt showed his dirty vest ,carrying a paper cup ,request every passers by to pour some dime ,.Every passers by knew ,Johnny is so hard luck living a lonely life ,slept outside ,sat near the office corner every day.Different people Different views like “He is a spy,He belongs to intelli...

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Forwarding lies

My nephew was driving me.Searching for a house to buy in Nowshera,Pakitan,Nearby town to my village.He pointed towards a house" ,This house is old ,built by a multimillionaire,in fifties.It's abondoned since forty years.People came to settle but in few days they all found dead,since than nobody couraged to buy it" asked my nephew to see the house inside.He didn't agree to step him, I made him stop near the house.As I got near the gate,it compelled me to glance..Large antique rivetted.wrought iron double gate with a semi work o...

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Atom.

No one knows exactly what was my date of birth.Mother often says "Sidra born three or four days before India Pakistan cricket match 1986,Pakistan won the match by one wicket.Raised in a conservative family of okara Pakistan,where there were spacial farms for fruits and vegetables but nothing special for me. Often I depressed myself by asking such question,irritated and irrational for the society,that we woman folks are born to raised kids and to be dominated by the men society,nothing ours,instead a weep."Girl,today a match is coming to see ...

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Indeed,Child is a father of man.

I don’t know why I love writing..Some people asks me how do you write it?,it’s not easy and you are not professional writer".They are quite right,after attaining sixty three,i sat for writing,but very honestly,i would say that now I'm not writing, my experience intenting me to write.As a seasoned actor once said"Im not posing,my experience posed me".Like this My answer is quite simple”I think I have a love to write in a seasoned way.”.The most touchy and important attribution to write for writing to choose a topic .For this I researched a lo...

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Angels never dies.

Qaimar been living in England,in an apartment, owned for”old people. .Trying to get sleep,circuling so many diseases from the last so many years.It was late night..Some body knocked at the door .He found a stretcher boy, “sir,you are not feeling well,I wanna take you to the hospital”.”Dear,I’m all right,I released from the hospital two weeks ago”.Qaimar said with great astonishment.”please,sir,Don’t waste time”.The stretcher boy,said calmly.Qaimer,reluctantly laid for the hospital.Doctor examined him thoroughly.They hospitalized Qaimar for T...

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Interested in Trust.

Young man,Amir,in thirties,sitting on a cold bench ,alone in the park,.A light making him visible.The watchman also made a little fire and sat beside it.”Sir,come here,it’s too cold”.The watchman asked him to come.Amir,only raised his hand as “All is well”.,late night.Time flicking Ten..It was 31 December.December is the coolest month.In our city.As usual in Winters,after six,every one sits near to the fire.Islamabad is ,indeed,cold,following Murree,a hill station,as it’s sister city,have a drive of half an hour,it is said,the clou...

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Carte Blanche

No doubt ,Mr Salim seemed genious,activated in a private institute as a lecturer of History. Feeling special knack for vogue, and on way try new costumes to attract the attention of the mankind. Always bust three piece in winters and safari suit a summers break,respect light brown, as the hunters did . Never listed moccasins or light dress shoes, usually shone black or yellow shining’s in his daily feet dressings.”Sir, why do you fag brown safari “? His answered retrospective.“My father and forefathers were all hunters ,s...

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Vanity Van.

Maria and I became fed up of our routine life.”Maria,we have all the amenities of life but we are unable to use it,busy round the clock,you are busy in your profession and I’m busy with my business,when will we enjoy together”.”I think after getting married,about three years ago,we haven’t taken a holiday, except Sunday.The vanity van we bought last year,is still parking brand new in the parking lot.”I exhaustively said.”Dear ,coming weekend is long weekend,we’ll off towards North and enjoy there ,I wanna gave a surprise to you,by booking a ...

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Highway to heaven

Timmy looked busy in library. Fifteen hundred books closely arrived, she had to adjust it in the library shelves .,Fiction, Drama,suspense,Love Story, research work all need a proper hand to sort in.She seemed engrossed in her schedule..After a little while she looked towards the desk, a gentleman rigid silently,awaiting for her response smiling. She didn’t see the gentleman before in the premises.” Glared the books, quite a good collection select this one” love of first sight “.He said .”Monsieur ,It’s a romantic comedy. Timm...

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House No 44.

Already been cafted as a poet ,since childhood.Some people are short stories writers ,where as my consideration about myself a “Short poetry writer”. My poetry never exceeded six lines .Reason depicted obvious”I wanna not to lose the taste,what I've tasted".It’s been heavy rain showers evening,called for a Taxi cab from the Airport, saw the cab landed , jumped at the rear seat, Strange to see a woman cab driver.It was amazing,especially in my ,so called conservative society.“Why did the company send you to me,it’s a late night”? Prompt...

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The Last Drummer

Walking in the woods didn’t exhaust me.continuously hard walking didn’t intercept me,rather full of joy and love running in my body as a blood.pure weather exhilarating me to hike more .knew still had a hard walk for three hours more.My journey caused pain staking ,wanted mad to kiss every part of the jungle.As a youngster,the whole day long running after the birds with a small yoyo,creating more sense of adventure.Jungles creatures were borne up hard on every being appeared friendly with us. The village girls carrying mudpots on their heads...

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The Last Drummer

Walking in the woods didn’t tired me.continuously hard walking didn’t intercepted me.Full of joy and love running in my body as a blood.pure weather exhilarating me to hike more .knew still had a hard walk for three hours more.My journey was pain staking but I wanted to kiss every part of the jungle.As a youngster,the whole day long running after the birds with a small …creating more sense of adventure.Jungles creatures were borne up hard on every being but friendly with us.The….From where the village girls carrying mudpots on their heads,fu...

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Business Never Late.

Weekly Contest #105

The park shading it’s beautiful eyed.Red Rose with yellow puppy faced small flowers wanted to convey some message.Some flowers idyllic itself as naughty boy ticked its face with color pencil,they all had some thing to say , I expressing un responded,chewing the grassblade,in hurry than spat it,showed signs of deep imagination.Long Thirty years, retired from my Educational Life.Generated my career with different thoughts,experiments fancied to decorate my pupil with great ideas and self projected contemplation. Sixty than.Ran up with the...

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