Of cuckoos, motia and the Lahore that wasDriving on a busy road, hustling with morning traffic, everyone rushing towards a dream defined in some material terms, I heard an old friend from my childhood days, announce the approach of summer. T...
The envelopeOne day, standing in front of the bookshelf, I was looking at the rows of books but couldn’t decide which book I was supposed to read. Though I had not read all the books on the shelf, I felt there wa...
HappinessHappiness sets in and disappears every now and then We can never be certain just when So when joy and happiness sets in, cherish each hour Because happiness builds a rejoice filled tower Jubilation an...