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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