My father was a man of few words, but also a man who knew many words. He could read, write and speak Urdu, his English was impeccable, his Hindi fluent and he taught Chinese. His diction was flawless; all those tricky 'k', 'kh' 'z' and 'gh' sounds which are typical to Urdu, he uttered with … Continue reading The Archivist. (a tribute)
Month: July 2017
My dark shadow.
I have a little creature that moves around with me And what can be the use of it, but to add to my misery It lives in both my heart and head, and gets bigger when I go to bed The scariest thing about it, you know is the way it quickly starts to grow … Continue reading My dark shadow.
Eat to live, but live a little!
Ok, so- how does this sound? Lightly toasted and buttered muffins, with a thick slice of spicy harissa grilled chicken in between, accompanied by the token lettuce leaves and dollops of sour cream and mustard to go with it. On the side, there's a plate of golden potato wedges, fried to perfection and sprinkled with … Continue reading Eat to live, but live a little!
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