I Met An Angel Today

Saturday usually finds me going through my archives and re-arranging things. I found this little poem that someone had once written for me. Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you want them to be, but later when the future unfolds, you sit back and think that everything happens for a reason. Or like Edward…

Old Dreams Were Good Dreams

I have a strong tendency to look back in life. I believe that you should never forget where you came from and what it took for you to get where you are today. Here is another old ballad I found amongst my tapestry of musings, written back in 2003. Spare A Rose You ever walk…

The Princess Bride

Thanks to Brandon, tonight I watched a good movie, Princess Bride. I didn’t fall in love with it, but I guess a writer like me can use any reason he can get his hands on. For those of you I know are reading, something little for you out of my unpublished stack of old sheets….

With Lal Sahib

From Left – Me, Father, Lal Aunty and Capt. BM Lal – During a Sher o Shayri evening in Rohtak. June 2005. This page features some Sher O Shayri that I shared this summer with Capt. B.M. Lal, our long time neighbour in Rohtak. Click Here (link not active yet) to read excerpts from the…

Ode to Mirza Ghalib’s Haveli

From My trip to Ballimaaran. 26th June 2005Gali Qaasim Jaan was wrapped in fading darkness. A few tattered curtains hung listlessly on some doors. Pigeons flew overhead and some kids fought over marbles. Somewhere a goat tethered to a threshold, bleated timidly.This was Ballimaaran in the walled city of Delhi more than 150 years ago…

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