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I often find myself in a solitary storm of thought, asking questions that arrive without invitation. One such question was: When does one grow old? The moment I asked it, words began to gather of their own accord. Perhaps the answer depends on how one has lived one’s younger days. Perhaps old age is measured not by years but by memories, by losses, by discoveries, or by the quiet ways in which…

13 Jun 26 The below mentioned thoughts were triggered by a vdo segment of Finance Minister’s budget speech in parliament yesterday. Just read my post and see how human voice misleads and becomes a tool of puppet masters Every morning, long before the first light of dawn, while the world is still wrapped in darkness and even the clock has not yet reached four, I hear the cawing of a few crows.…

Jun 26 Today, after I shared this painting, my daughter sent me a text: “Beautiful, would like to have it.” Those five simple words lingered in my heart long after I read them. My daughter is a woman of few words. Her favourite expression has always been a gentle, understated “Nice.” But not today. Today she chose “Beautiful.” And somehow, that single word carried the warmth of an…

My thoughts began with a scene from the movie ‘Forrest Gump’. Lieutenant Dan wanted to die on the battlefield, believing that was his destiny. But Forrest saved him, and that act forced Dan to live with anger, disappointment, and a wounded sense of self. Watching his journey made me wonder: sometimes the body survives, but what about the ego? Can it die before the person does? Death can and does…

Now that I am in my 76th year, one thing I have noticed is that my brain is not growing old. I still experience the same curiosity, surprises, and wonder about life — whereas it should perhaps have been quite the opposite. I am always thinking about what I have to do tomorrow. My mind keeps making small mental lists, no matter how insignificant those things may seem. Yes, some things happen…

Every festive season and long holiday, millions of domestic tourists pour into the northern areas of Pakistan. What should be a refreshing escape turns into a self-inflicted ordeal. Endless lines of vehicles clog narrow, winding roads for miles, often leaving people stranded for hours—or even days. Adding to the chaos is the widespread disregard for traffic discipline, where impatience, reckless…

Watching painful and heartbreaking videos often brings back memories of my son and of how, at times, the doctors seemed uncertain and inconsistent in the way they treated him — especially the psychiatrist. What perhaps hurt him most was when, in the company of friends, they would giggle or laugh during moments when he seemed to lose track of time and stare upwards, unable to fully grasp what was…

TikTok videos and Reels have become strangely addictive for thousands of people. One begins watching them and quietly loses all contact with time. Yet my own recent ritual is different. I lie down on the sofa and allow those moments to become my thinking hours. The television may be on, but I am rarely watching it. It is merely background noise while my mind wanders elsewhere. I have spoken…

Out of the rhythm of my routine, I steal a few quiet moments to stretch my back and rest in the silence of my little nook. And when my thoughts begin to overflow, nothing feels more gratifying than holding my phone in my hand and simply typing. This piece is the outcome of those moments — a reflection I now share with you. 8 May 2026 THE MAGIC IN THE PALM OF MY HAND Despite its flaws and…

NASIR MAHMOOD21 Mar 75~4 May 07 4 May 2026 Since early morning today I remained busy browsing all letters Moody wrote to me over the years. Important selections i have already included in my book. Out of the bumph, I have picked this treatise on Wisdom. I share these words in memory of my son. In them lives his curiosity, his questions, and his quiet pursuit of wisdom. I have chosen to leave…

IF – a story, a poem If takes me to the widest of places,a white expanse of unmarked snow,where I see only faces,not all I know,no footprints, no tracks,only the silence of what could be. If I could enter any mind,what kind would I find?Would time stretch, unwind,fold back on itself—black holes of memory,constellations of thoughtscattered across an inner sky? If I could hypnotize, scrutinize…

Is it within us, or beyond the tideA realm of freedom, or a circled cell?A sanctuary veiled in salt and wind,Or a villa hidden from prying eyes?How safe it seemsHow infamous it becomes. How steeped in history.Emperors, kings, and baronsHave lived upon such shores and died,Leaving their breath in tales and rumor.Monte Cristo broods in legend;Napoleon dreams on Crete’s stern rock;Zafar, the last…

“We can’t help but wonder how much difference one person makes in this world. We look inside ourselves questioning we have the capacity for here was in the greatness; but the truth is every time we take an action we make an impact. Every single thing we do has an effect on people around us. Every choice we make sends ripples out in the world. Our smallest acts of kindness can cause a chain…

Growing up feels like a dreamNever seen, never feltTransformation unmeasuredOnly known in timeAll other measures incalculableThe growth of mindsSo many kindsThen comes the heartIt has its own chartIts desires grow in strange waysThey come and goThis, that, and those And thus begins the struggle The seeds of desire—Some deceive, some are achievedSome quietly turn into hungerWanting more than…

A newfound ability has revealed itself to me—discovered incidentally, without effort or design. It is something within me that I never knew existed. This state of being remains a puzzle, one that emerged only when I chose to dive deeply into it. The further I went, the more I realized my capacity to extend a line of thought—at times a mystery, at others a paradox of the mind. I am no specialist…

INTRODUCTION TO MY NEW BOOK30 Jan 2026 Many years ago, I had a dream in which I saw myself flying high in the sky, unsupported. I knew this was not a possibility by any stretch of the imagination. With time and age came a lesson—a lesson that became a turning point in my life. That stretch of imagination slowly translated itself into thoughts, and from those thoughts a flame of belief was…