Feb
24
Tit for tat
This is my first attempt at a short-story. All readers are requested to be forthcoming with their views, good or bad.
There he was on his wheelchair, sitting in the park right under the Gulmohar tree reminiscing the good old times he had enjoyed there. With Rafiq, Umar and his childhood sweetheart Gul, Amin had made the most of his war-torn childhood. Although there was conflict all around him, he had always found happiness and joy in the company of his friends, and more so with Gul. She always seemed to bring out the beauty in the nature around him. With her, the roses seemed redder, the sky bluer, the grass greener, the birds chirpier.
Looking back at those days, Amin felt that Gul probably was the only person he was living for.
There he was on his wheelchair, sitting in the park right under the Gulmohar tree reminiscing the good old times he had enjoyed there. With Rafiq, Umar and his childhood sweetheart Gul, Amin had made the most of his war-torn childhood. Although there was conflict all around him, he had always found happiness and joy in the company of his friends, and more so with Gul. She always seemed to bring out the beauty in the nature around him. With her, the roses seemed redder, the sky bluer, the grass greener, the birds chirpier.
Looking back at those days, Amin felt that Gul probably was the only person he was living for.