Short Story: Sorrow by Ghulam Mohammad Khan

In this short story, Ghulam Mohammad Khan shares a poignant tale of love and loss with a heartbreaking narrative.

She was bored that day. The acrid smell of the infusion area where she gave chemotherapy to cancer patients still lingered in her nose. The sun had inched from the mountain rim into the dull, hazy sky, shining weakly. She let her long curly hair down, rubbed some oil into it, and let it fall across her back and shoulders. She decided to head to the Festival Grounds, where the annual Literature Festival was in full swing.

At the hospital, during her breaks, she devoured poems of Kamala Das, Maya Angelou, and Warsan Shire, along with some classic fiction. She loved scribbling on anything that sparked her literary interest—newspaper scraps, paper cuttings, the whitewashed walls of the hospital corridors, even the back of her hand. She longed to explore the raw, unfiltered beauty of feminine desire, to give voice to the suppressed yearnings and silenced passions, and the social inhibitions that dismiss the elemental grace and complexity of the female form as vile and loathsome. She dreamed of crafting small poems about tingling body sensations, the warmth of sweat on her cleavage, the electric thrill of a touch, and the soft, secretive sighs of longing.