The Saree

Green. The colour associated with nature. With prosperity and fertility. But neither of these emotions come to mind when I see you in green.

Love seeped in Red and admiration for you are the only things which fills my being when I see you in green.

For the green saree that drapes you, shimmers and shines with its eloquent design and motifs.

The tribal jewellery adorning your neck and wrists accentuates your beauty further. The look is completed with a slender belly chain around your waist which completes the ethnic accessory look.

But my focus is back on the saree. It suits you beautifully!

The 6 yards of its length drapes your body well and gracefully underlines your class and elegance.

Its touch from your ankle below to covering your torso above…and in between fitting in snugly at your waist; it does it all!

As though not satisfied with so much poise, the saree’s ‘fall’ rises up on your shoulder and drops elegantly on the other side.

This is in totally opposite direction to your hair which bewitches like a black night and cascades down in front, mesmerising all your admirers.

It is said a saree is a woman’s most seductive attire. It covers so much, yet is so sensuous.

The glimpse of a sliver of your waist, the smoothness of your back exposed in the arc of the blouse cut, the way it shows off the curves in your figure; all of it make it a timeless piece of fashion!

And you epitomise it all when you wear one.

As for me, well I wish that just for a few moments I could be that saree; an un-stitched stretch of fabric weaved with love and wrapped around your body, comfortable in your touch while holding you in my arms.

Saree Illustration by Divyasha Thakur. This is my 2nd collaboration with her after Passion. She is a student of Fashion Design and currently pursuing her studies from NIFT, Bhubaneswar. 

Divyasha has been an avid lover of art since her early days. It was only during the pandemic she discovered her passion for digital art. The medium and the creativity involved in it, helped soothe her frayed nerves during lockdown which had upended life in umpteen ways.

You can visit her Instagram page @thakurdivyasha to follow some awesome work! 

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This work of fiction, written by Wasim Jawaid is the author’s sole intellectual property. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. For permission requests, send an email to the author wasim.jawaid@gmail.com

Unchain my Love

The lover's fingers caress your hair; twirling around those thick locks; the long strands of which as black as a starless night, weaving a magic of their own.



They cascade down from the nape of your neck, through the naked shoulders and ending somewhere above your waist.



Those thick broad locks and your slender waist. Like a silk curtain hiding a secret.



Man touched silk and silk grazed skin.



They come to life!



Fluttering like a wave your tresses catch the wind and share their untold joys with it.



And then the wind carried your fragrance and the secrets of those black tresses across the blue waters and open sky.

'Girl with Tresses' - Illustration by Vartika Bhonsle. You can follow her Instagram page @yellowlittlelamp for some wonderful art.

She is a student of Fashion Communication and a graduate from NIFT, Bhubaneswar.

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Passion

The touch of the lover on your skin,
Sometimes like silk, sometimes satin!

As your eyes meet, there is an unspoken understanding,
A rare connection and you know it's not just a fling!

Just a glance, that sexy smile creates in you a havoc,
And the butterflies flutter in your stomach!

Words whispered wrapped in shyness, spoken softly yet they probe,
The same tongue which replied, now kisses your ear lobe!

As your lips lock, they unlock waves of emotion,
Hormones racing in your system like a tsunami in an ocean!

As your body is caressed by fingers that tease,
A symphony of love and lust created; and unfulfilled desires release!

The zeal, that unbridled thirst you have for anything which holds your attraction,
Ignited with just a spark; a flame if unattended it burns to its own destruction!


This is what is called Passion; Uff, the word itself resonates with action,
For the wise hath said, "God rests in reason but even HE moves in passion!

Passion Illustration by Divyasha Thakur. She is a student of Fashion Design and currently pursuing her studies from NIFT, Bhubaneswar. 

Divyasha has been an avid lover of art since her early days. It was only during the pandemic she discovered her passion for digital art. The medium and the creativity involved in it, helped soothe her frayed nerves during lockdown which had upended her life in umpteen ways.

You can visit her Instagram page @thakurdivyasha to follow some awesome work! 

Copyright © 2022 Wasim Jawaid

This work of fiction, written by Wasim Jawaid is the author’s sole intellectual property. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. For permission requests, send an email to the author wasim.jawaid@gmail.com

The Black Stockings

They stretch lazily from the tip of your toes, through the angle of the ankle, caressing your legs gently all the way up to your knees and ending somewhere beyond where the mind’s eye is loath to wander.

Their black colour is the colour of night. They lovingly wrap around the white glow of your skin, as if distilled moonlight has been enclosed by the night sky.

They were just an opaque pair of stockings in the shop where you purchased them from. To be worn by any random shopper.

However on you they take on a different form. As if alive!

They glide across your legs without a wrinkle like second skin until they stretch languidly and disappear under the edges of the short black skirt you are wearing.

At the other end, the stockings dip and end inside the pointed high heeled shoes you wear. Needless to say they too are black in colour completing the head to toe coal black look.

It is bewitching.

Silk of fabric meets silk of skin and together they create a sensuous effect. You cross your legs and sit alone on a bench striking an elegant pose.

You look gorgeous!

In my mind, I have already walked a thousand miles and stop to soak in this mesmerising sight. I sit down on the bench next to you and look into those beautiful eyes which reflect the image of the person who loves you intensely.

I end up kissing your lips to start a flame,
As if a black magic spell has been cast in my name!


An awesome attire can change the entire game,
For igniting my crazy feelings - your black stockings are to blame!

‘The Black Stockings’ Illustration by ishanixart.

(Main Insta – whozzishani) A talented NIFTian. Thank you so much Ishani 🙂

Copyright © 2021 Wasim Jawaid

This work of fiction, written by Wasim Jawaid is the author’s sole intellectual property. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. For permission requests, send an email to the author wasim.jawaid@gmail.com