Archive for February, 2016

February 21st 2016

Sunday, February 21st, 2016
February 21st 2016
Peeling away the cover, he took his time admiring the title page.
Next to him, a couple of teenagers were twitching in sync with the sounds their phones were emitting as they were running their thumbs across the screen.
The introduction page whetted his appetite for the first chapter.
The boys were now giggling at the image on the face of their phones.
“Shall I send it?”
“Yeh!”
And the handset released a bell tone.
He was halfway through the chapter when another group of boys shuffled in.
“That photo was sick!” They said, laughing.
With all these kids, and his old technology device for the exchange of knowledge, he felt his age; he closed the book and walked into the freezing winter air.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
Peeling away the cover, he took his time admiring the title page.
Next to him, a couple of teenagers were twitching in sync with the sounds their phones were emitting as they were running their thumbs across the screen.
The introduction page whetted his appetite for the first chapter.
The boys were now giggling at the image on the face of their phones.
“Shall I send it?”
“Yeh!”
And the handset released a bell tone.
He was halfway through the chapter when another group of boys shuffled in.
“That photo was sick!” They said, laughing.
With all these kids, and his old technology device for the exchange of knowledge, he felt his age; he closed the book and walked into the freezing winter air.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

February 14th 2016

Monday, February 15th, 2016
Determined to avoid the commercial face of Valentine’s Day, he was relieved to be invited to a friend’s for dinner.
Going past the florist, he couldn’t resist waiting for the gust of wind to run through its momentum, so the price tag of a bunch of roses stopped fluttering.
The digit was unsuprisingly eye-watering.
In the lift, he watched as the perfectly manicured index finger pressed the floor above his destination.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror being too obvious, he stole a glance at the polished aluminium edge of the door.
Her dark brown eyes caught him in the act; she smiled.
As he was about to leave, he held her gaze.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she wished him, as the doors closed.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

Determined  to avoid the commercial face of Valentine’s Day, he was relieved to be invited to a friend’s for dinner.

Going past the florist, he couldn’t resist waiting for the gust of wind to run through its momentum, so the price tag of a bunch of roses stopped fluttering.

The digit was unsuprisingly eye-watering.

In the lift, he watched as the perfectly manicured index finger pressed the floor above his destination.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror being too obvious, he stole a glance at the polished aluminium edge of the door.

Her dark brown eyes caught him in the act; she smiled.

As he was about to leave, he held her gaze.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she wished him, as the doors closed.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

February 7th 2016

Monday, February 8th, 2016
Sorry, how to go to Oxford Street?” The polite and firm voice asked the middle-aged couple at the traffic light.
“Sorry, I don’t know,” explained the woman.
A chap carrying a clearly heavy camera, with a windshield-covered mic, stopped to help.
“Where are you trying to go to?”
“Yes, it’s a bit of a long walk… You need to head through Leicester Square, and then Regents Street.”
Looking at the map, the woman wasn’t phased by what appeared to be a great journey on foot.
“Where is Charing Cross Road?” She asked patiently.
“This is it,” he replied, in a moment of recognition.
“Where is Oxford Street?” She said, politely hiding her “aha” moment.
“Well, it’s just through to the end of this road,” he said, sheepishly.
“Thank you!”
Meanwhile, the person whom the filmmaker was meant to be interviewing, came back.
“I am so sorry!”
Peace and love,
Ja’far

“Sorry, how to go to Oxford Street?” The polite and firm voice asked the middle-aged couple at the traffic light.

“Sorry, I don’t know,” explained the woman.

A chap carrying a clearly heavy camera, with a windshield-covered mic, stopped to help.

“Where are you trying to go to?”

“Yes, it’s a bit of a long walk… You need to head through Leicester Square, and then Regents Street.”

Looking at the map, the woman wasn’t phased by what appeared to be a great journey on foot.

“Where is Charing Cross Road?” She asked patiently.

“This is it,” he replied, in a moment of recognition.

“Where is Oxford Street?” She said, politely hiding her “aha” moment.

“Well, it’s just through to the end of this road,” he said, sheepishly.

“Thank you!”

Meanwhile, the person whom the filmmaker was meant to be interviewing, came back.

“I am so sorry!”

Peace and love,

Ja’far