There is a piece of land between the railway tracks and the main road which takes me home. Its unkempt, stark and strewn with weeds. Although a pathway runs below the tracks leading to the other side of the road, the barrenness of this no man's land, meant that it was not used by pedestrians.… Continue reading Widowed Souls
Life in the city demands from us long rides, sitting ideally as we wait for the traffic to move, or holding the clutch ever so slightly, ready to accelerate as soon as we see any movement ahead of us. On days that I find myself looking ahead for far too long at the endless line… Continue reading That moment
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. -Rumi Somewhere in between wiping dust off book shelves, cleaning the desk and rearranging knick-knacks all over the house, a thought enters my mind: what… Continue reading Have we met before?
Never have more vehement emotions been exchanged than during a lovers quarrel. Far too many poems have been written on 'hijr' or separation from your lover and about 'ishq' or romance and its sweet overtures. Witnessing a lovers quarrel earlier this week, led me into an expedition to find Urdu poetry about this very important… Continue reading a Lovers Quarrel