Mar 20 2012
Lately, my mind has been buzzing and on last few nights just before drifting off to sleep some verses have been visiting me like old friends. Here is a Nazm I wrote few nights ago. Including a quick recitation for non-hindi readers.
[…] wrote this Nazm in the unforgettable month of March this year just before I penned Purani Dilli and Wo Kamra Khaali Hai. It was the final message to someone, and my swan-song (if you would) for […]
The last puff of the day-wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp wood smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine-cones. That smell is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if it once gets into the blood of a man he will, at the last, forgetting everything else, return to the Hills to die. - Rudyard Kipling
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G! I hope this is not a deeply written philosophy which I might misunderstood , still I can say from some words “kismat ka karishma “…om