When Silence Speaks...

In the far end of the world, on the land stretched with endless deserts, walks an old merchant, Mejhul, the nameless, the faceless.   The name had fallen on him, as he was an orphan raised on the streets of different cities, growing up along the caravans of traders. And eventually he had come to like his name, for he was unknown, moving from one new place to another, no home to return to, no one that he belonged to. A nomad, a wanderer, he travels with his camel, Arkadash, who was truly his friend. From the time he ventured on this journey, Arkadash was with him, for over three decades now.  Mejhul spent his life, with half the year in the world out there, around people and their unlimited stories. And the rest half of the year of winter months in these deserts, wrapped in the night sky and their eternal tales.  He was no longer nameless though, he was now known, known as the Listener of the Fallen Stars.  Sitting in front of his tent in this fairly cold winter, lean...

He woke up to the constant buzzing of his doorbell. A sound that’s almost disgusting for a saturday morning.  He knew it wasn’t any of his usual suspects; the maid, the cook, the delivery boy or his crazy friends. His saturday morning was going to be uneventful. Precisely why he was up until 3 AM previous night, binge watching a Netflix series that was long due.  And when he had finally gone to bed, after cleaning a bowl of instant noodles and beer, he had no intentions of moving any part of his body till late that afternoon. So this constant buzzing was not just a mild discomfort but a breach of code, an unforgivable act of crime. He thought to himself... The person was either foolish or sadistic. No one in their right mind would think of waking up an office going guy on a saturday early morning 8 AM without prior notice. As though the damn corporate finance job was not enough to squeeze the life out of my soul, here comes Lucifer, the devil himself to wreck my weekend...

“ What makes you think it’s you? ” She asked cocking her head to her right giving him a studying glance. He thought he was sure, but now looking at her piercing eyes, he wasn’t so sure after all. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and clearing his throat said “ Well, you know, you always write about broken heart. And ahem, we both know, how that happened. So.. you know, I thought that it’s written around our relationship .” “ Hmm ” she said, straightening and sipping her bourbon.  “ But now looks like I was a fool to think that? ” Now it was his turn to shot that questioning glance. “ You were always a fool. You know that right. But anyway you were my fool! ” She smiled. “ I like the sound of ‘my’ there. But I am getting a feeling there’s no place for it anymore? ” he asked with slight nervousness. “ Tell me Erhan, why are you really here? I have my assumptions but I want to hear it from you. Tell me. ” She leaned forward, throwing her full weight on the table and her full atten...

“You came!” He exclaimed. She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes I did. I had to right?” “I dint think you would return. I dint think you would believe an old guy.” He said playfully. “Oh, I believed you. The moment you had pulled me into your tight and warm hug, I had no choice but to believe everything you said.” She winked at him.  “Hahaha. That’s too dramatic. It was a cold night.” He shook making a rustling sound. “Yes, it was. I remember pitching my tent right here beside you. And talking to you till almost sunrise. Somehow, I was able to talk to you so freely. I had felt at peace that night after what seemed like almost an eon.” She sat at his foot leaning her back on him and pulling her backpack next to her. “It was a beautiful night though. No moon, but a starry sky and loads of snow. You had quite some shovelling to do that evening.” He said stifling a giggle.  “That I did.” She laughed taking her flask and pouring herself a mug of tea. “Aah. That warm...

He took a deep breath in, and could sense a familiar fragrance. He quickly opened his eyes and looked around.  He kept telling himself ‘ No, it can’t be. ’ And yet his heart was secretly hoping he could catch a glimpse of HER. But the air now smelled of freshly brewed coffee, cupcakes, pastries and a regular morning.  He knew that aqua and wild flower fragrance mixed with a shade of her too well. That unique scent. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was he imagining things? But why would he? He hadn’t thought of her recently, she wasn’t on his active mind.  Subconsciously? Yes. Yes of course. She had never left him. And he had learnt to live with her memories. It wasn’t painful anymore. So why would he make up stuffs all of a sudden? No. He wasn’t hallucinating. He definitely smelled that scent a few minutes back.  Tired of craning his neck, he stood up, thrusted his hands in his pockets and started scanning the cafe. He just tried to act like he was lookin...

“Damn, heart break sucks!" Remy said handing over the cold beer to Zayn. "That it does!" sighed Zayn. They both were sitting on their camping chairs by the lake. They had thought of fishing that afternoon, but then decided to just sit back and relax. "Hey, you think it will hurt less next time?" Remy asked opening his bottle. "Oh, easy boy, there's already a next time!?" Zayn asked raising his eyebrows. "You know what I mean." Remy nudged. "Well, even if there's a next time, why are you already thinking of a heart break?" Zayn asked taking a sip. "I mean, you have been through multiple relationships, what's it like? Does it get any easier?" Remy prodded further. "Dude, I have had just 2 breakups. Am no relationship expert." Zayn scoffed. "That's still one more than me." Remy laughed. "Hmm. I won't say it gets easier, it's always painful. It's just that, the fi...