Urban Pakistani. Student of Medicine, Journalism and Politics. Left-of-centre.
A boy. A girl. The flaming passions of the setting sun reflected in their young faces. He turns. Sweet salt air. A hint of vanilla. Her dark eyes meet his. Eternity wraps herself in a moment.
A little girl sits in the warm sand. The wind pulls at her hair, widening her big, bright smile as she beams at the sun and the sand and the waves.
Night. It's hot. The power's out. It's damn hot. Can't-breathe hot. You drag yourself out of bed and try swatting a mosquito that's been pissing about your head for God-knows-how-long. You miss.
The campfire flickered, dancing like a nimble young girl away from the advances of the cold, biting wind. The grey-haired sentry pulled his scarlet cloak tighter around him.
The starship Magellan was an oasis of existence in an ocean of nothingness. It screamed its loneliness through the inky blackness of space, crying out to the cold, distant stars.
Home. A big, black sea. A small, lonely lantern. On a small, lonely boat. In the big, black sea. And it's. Home. Far away. Across the fields. A warm little cabin. And. As rain. Lashes;. As wind.
Gravel crunches underfoot as the two boys gradually, deliberately, make their way up the mound of stones to the building.