by Jafar Rehman
You and I had dreams. We had really big dreams and honestly I couldn't afford to dream much and now I finally realize I was wrong. Life had been difficult and it had been cruel. Anyway, I am not going to talk about my life today but about the notebook I found and what was… Continue reading The old diary
I got into the metro and the guy ahead of me looks at his reflection and dances. Maybe that's what late nights do to you, they allow you to be more expressive. Anyway, I get myself a seat and the gate of the metro stays open so that more people can board it, it reminds… Continue reading Metro Ride #521
Yeh subah subah meri kamre ki khidki ke bahar ka nazara hai. Aksar ise dekh kar kuch shayari, kahani ya koi poem likhno ko jee chahta hai par afsosan yeh ho na saka. Ek reluctance sa hai kuch dino se. Behraal ek gaana bhi yaad aata hai. Kahi door jab din dhal jaye. Sharing the… Continue reading Din dhal jae
Reading a brilliant book under the lamp with a song called Husna by Piyush Mishra playing in the background.
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 