Miya Jellaluddin – Tryst with lost wisdom

He sat on his chaupaal with a cup of tea and an Urdu newspaper, adjusting his old eyeglasses and a chair that squeaked as he moved. His presence was never daunting to the kids who preferred playing around his veranda while he gulped down his sugarless tea. His veranda was nothing short of a dichotomy... Continue Reading →

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Metamorphosis

It is a wonderful feeling. It feels like all the happiness in this world has surrendered to your desires. It feels like all the worries have disappeared. It feels like a grain of salt thrown in Deep Ocean. It feels like I could hear from my heart and sing through my eyes. All my life... Continue Reading →

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