©2016 SOHRAB AMAAN Title - SMOKING I was broke, not just because I was a writer. Well, that could be a reason hahaha everyone knows that's how we writers deal with life. My look could give you a instance feeling that I was broke. ummm.. My messy hair, my unbutton shirt, a jacket with lots of dirt deep inside it, a jeans giving you smell. but I wasn't that broke because I had a book contract and no one could tell you that I hv a book contract after seeing me and messy daily routine or my messy room or my messy life.They all looks same at a point of view. I was a cigarette addict too, sometimes I had drugs for sleep. One day I was walking arround the streets smoking cigarettes back to back with messy mind. Got stuck by a girl... "May I know you??" she asked "How do I know? I'm neither a God nor Devil, atleast not yet." I said " Not funny this time, you owe some money from my sister" She said it like a landlord whe
©2017, SOHRAB AMAAN Story - "NEIGHBOURS" CHAPTER 5 As I reached home, Mom told me that the new neighbours are giving party to us. By us she didn't mean me and my sister. By Us she mean that all the neighbors around here, Almost 9/10. They wanted to know everyone that they are here. And that's the way possible that everyone would know them in a better manner. Great! I was happy again for the party. My heart catches the fire again. I was dying to see my neighbor again in a party dress. She would look more beautiful than ever. But wait! I don't hv anything to wear for the party. Great ! Just Fucking Great! And my salary hasn't come yet. I can't even buy new clothes. I don't have party wear clothes except that plan skinned white shirt and black pants pair. I wish the shining of the shirt still alive. I opened the my drawer. I searched for the pair I'm going to wear on the party. Thank God