Waiting ( A narrative)
Narratives are not really my cup of tea and I usually find them difficult to handle. However its been a while since I tried my hands on one and I desperately wanted to create a piece. So before a reader judges the quality of writing here, know that its more of writer's inability to resist her temptation of writing a narrative rather than an attempt to create a fine piece of literature. Happy reading! Waiting…. Aisha opened her eyes to the melodious chirping of sparrows, a voice that successfully awakened her everyday beforehand. She has not enjoyed a long, deep sleep for so many years now. It had become like that rain which is heavily forecasted but never pours. Life is different since her daughter, Amna, left. Living alone were a choice, although, all other ordeals came unsolicited. Today she would return after completing her master’s degree from Singapore. A visible ray of sunlight, stretching to the plain floor tiles, pierced through her window curtains. Aisha had bought t...