Just around the corner from The Red mosque, or Jami Ul-Alfar Mosque as it’s also know as, was the coconut stand. They were orange King Coconuts and were bigger than any coconut I’ve held before; containing inside it easily two cans worth of much savoured coconut water. I sat down in the Tuk Tuk to save myself from the suns unmerciful rays while sipping away, enjoying my drink. I looked to my right only to see that the driver had gulped his coconut down in a flash and so I rushed to finish my drink quicker.
Last nights shawarma didn’t do me any favours and I woke up at 7:30AM after a restless night. Yet somehow I was still feeling refreshed, probably because of the excitement of finally exploring the city. It was time to make up for last night’s laziness and I was ready to get revenge on myself but first- it was time for breakfast. The energy to be used that morning would be fuelled by brown toast, chips and sausages.
My trip began when I had to drag myself away from the TV which was playing Manchester United’s FA cup final game against Crystal Palace. It was around the 60th minute and with the score still at 0-0 there was no telling who would win but alas, Sri Lanka called me and the plane wasn’t gonna wait for me either so I said my goodbyes and left home a little nervously. It was my first trip away from home without any adult supervision (apparently I was an adult now, who knew?) and couldn’t have been better timed.
Aris sat down with his friends right in the thick of a debate. Aris always loved debates, this one however was not a topic he particularly thought of. Are we just what society wants us to be or is it all genetic? He scratched his head in deep thought and for once didn’t hop in… Continue reading Aris’s Conundrum
Aladdin ran his fingers along the cracks of his wooden desk before heaving it against the wall, trying to hide the smudges spread by his hands. The springs in his bed seemed to express themselves as soon as he began to day dream, bringing him back down to earth, forcing him to focus on his… Continue reading Adam and Aladdin- Short Story
I was always alone. Even when I was surrounded by people I was alone. Public places or people I knew- it didn’t matter, I lived in my head and that’s all that mattered. There was a time I was this extrovert- confident and outgoing but that’s a distant memory now. No more than a couple… Continue reading The Quiet Man- Short Story
It was pitch black when the taxi arrived. All Adam could see were the car’s headlights coming as if it were the light at the end of a tunnel. Don’t go towards the light. He found himself giggling at what he just thought. The driver pulled up pretty slowly, Adam had to wait patiently before… Continue reading Charon the ‘Taxi Driver’- Short Story