#abeerkhan

Hands to apply a brake, open the jar bottle, splash water on his face, cut grass, plant seeds, play the guitar, scratch, snap, eat, hold, undress, and caress. Hands are rough, thick, wholesome, soft, with deep lines and noticable nails. Hands hold, to not let go, hands that reach mountains, lips and glide through long silky hair.

Address in Uzbek is called Manzil (Destination). What a beautiful word play.

I would give up cities, high rises, and swanky apartments in exchange of this destination where flowers grow on boundry walls. So much for unending cooker whistle, aroma of food, and a gathering of loved ones.

Women of Garhwal

फ़ज़ा में जलते दिलों से धुआँ सा उठता है,

अरे ये सुब्ह-ए-ग़ुलामी ये शाम-ए-आज़ादी.

- फ़िराक़ गोरखपुरी

The smoke of burning hearts lies in this ambiance,

Is this the dawn of servitude or the dusk of freedom.

-Firaq Gorakhpuri

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