Ah, how good it was to hear your voice. And to find you finally. Funny was that I couldn’t say je t’aime and je t’adore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you. I have a delicious sense of you there. But …
Fiction from one of the most seasoned Pakistani politicians in Senator Raza Rabbani’s person who also happens to be a staunch democrat and federalist may come as a little surprise. But a quick peek into the contents and plot goes onto reassure that one cannot, at any cost, separate politics from Rabbani sahib. Captivated by …
It’s enchanting to see you happy. Stay that way; not because I just said I felt enchanting but because happiness will keep you glowing and your life will stay uplifted and you will have all the reasons to live. But beware! Too much merriment kills the creative. It’s the adversity that brings out the best …
Shining bright moon... Bright shining moon, turned into a broken star... My careworn tendencies turned me into a tramp... This city of attractions is, they claim, quite colorful, Therein are thousands of dwellings, people reside wherein, But this city has turned me into a wanderer in the streets, Bright shining moon, turned into a broken …
Ramz ۔ رمز yeah right, that’s her name. Ramz is a Public Policy expert. She writes on topics pertaining to health and education policy. She is the beauty personified; pretty eyes, pointed nose, and chubby cheeks. But that’s not what she is popular in her circle for. She inspires people with her unique intellect, soft …
For the first meeting of the US ELP visit, we were greeted by a grey-haired man, flaunting a ponytail, neck imbued with huge pendants, fingers assorted with a variety of gemstone rings, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that read, “JUSTICE. RIGHTS. RESPECT. DIGNITY.”
Shattering all our preconceived notions, this very man is one of the most prominent rights activists in New York City. With a solid and assertive voice, he talks not about Adam Smith or Milton Friedman but about Marxism and Lenin as his mentors and Fidel Castro and Che Guevara his inspiration.
“You’re the reason I can’t rhyme anymore.” I always keep repeating to myself that I shall not write about you, not any more. But the moment I stop writing – I have realized – I stop writing at all, once and for all and I write none. I write about you. I write about it …
I do have to start writing about you. And I do write and erase, and write and erase and write and erase or throw it away into trash and dump it away in a quagmire of nothingness. That’s where it all including the scribe, that matters not, belongs - an absolute oblivion and hollowness. Before …
Sometimes, you have no idea whatsoever of how a simple conversation with one of your very good friends would turn into something like this. It all started with a "Kese ho? Hua kia he? [How are you? What has happened?]" and here is what followed; a dialogue on a force that binds and the irony …
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"Happy Birthday." Yes. Happy Birthday! I realize. Yes I really do the degree of emptiness this short phrase contains. It is an empty wish. A broken birthday wish. Full of nothingness. How naive! Has nothing unique to say. Just another commonplace wish; asking for a reaction maybe, already foreseen. A real turn off? A genuine …
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