Ahsan Yousaf

“With the pills, I was in Prozonia; a sickly and impalpable greyness and without them, I was buffeting inside the sound waves of a cacophonous melody.”

“The memory brought a tepid smile to my face, only managing to lift the upper left corner of my lips that had blackened due to excessive intake of medication.”

“Only she could bring a ruddy autumn smile to my teary-eyed face, no one else, especially not my father.”