Baad-e-naseem

Karachi at 4.45pm on 23th February 2015.

If you think about it, we're taking baby steps throughout our lives.

Throwback Thursday.

5.18pm

Pied Beauty.

The icy wind slapping sharply against my face told me that you’re returning.

Raat youn dil mein teri khoyi hui yaad ayi.

Starting 2k15 on a high note.

'Her words are like Urdu poetry. Sometimes she flirts like a flower, so fragrantly that you may see her scent.'

Gori karat singhar.

"...and that's why they leave, isn't it? Because they have to see themselves in the context of something larger than just the two of them. It's like that Faiz poem, you know, mujh se pheli si mohabat, when you've seen the sorrows of the rest of the world you can't go on pretending none of it matters, you can't pretend two people can really live in isolation telling themselves their love is all that matters in the world. And that two of them, when they come back to the city, that's when they find out that their love was imperfect because it couldn't bear the knowledge of everything that lies outside..."

Celestial anaphase.

"And if you can dream itIt shall be,more real than whatthe morning brings."-Parvana

Winters shall be dedicated to Jane Austen.

Saanu teray naal pyaar hogaya.