for madmen only

All my life, O Ghalib, I kept making the same mistake:

دھول چہرے پہ تھی اور آئینہ صاف کرتا رہا

The dust rested on my face, yet I kept cleaning the mirror

On that street, for one fleeting moment, I came alive again.

going through some old pictures from this past year and found these gems…after the curtain closes the first act on the last show of nutcracker, it’s customary to dump ALL OF THE SNOW AT ONCE while the snowflakes are still on stage

here we can be seen making snow angels and just generally enjoying the last nutcracker of the season…when there are 27 of them and you do big party girl, snow, and flowers in every single one of them, this is the most liberating feeling in the world