Red roses were her favorites. Her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, “Be my Valentineâ€, like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say,…
True source of this article is Anonymous My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of…
This hilarious article was written by an Expert from Baan, Netherlands who spent two years in Hyderabad. For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India except Bihar where life…
By Mabel Annie Chacko (India, 18/12/05) In the days when you couldn’t count on a public toilet facility, an English woman was planning a trip to India. She was registered to stay in a small guest house owned by the local schoolmaster. She was concerned as to whether the guest house contained a WC. In…
The world of Urdu Poetry is much more complex than it seems. It goes much beyond than what you and I listen to on the radio. In fact, Ghazal in Arabic literally means speaking with women. However, the word has a different meaning in Persian and Urdu: it is the last melancholic cry of deer…
Ek Ghazal pesh hai.. Ham Jaise Fakeero ko gam sataye to kya ho Gairon ke liye jeete hain mar jaayen to kya ho Saare shahar me unke aane ki khabar si hai Ai dil ye nazar unse jo mil jaaye to kya ho
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…
There she stood ‘neath the hot summer sun It seemed like she’d never been away Well I’d been long in September of my years I could swear it was only yesterday She gave me a smile and I softly said “It’s been too long since you’ve been gone” She said, “I dreamed of you every…
I’ve always loved the quite of the mountains Chill of the winds, the music of the fountains Oh the changing seasons thrill my heart so Just like her love that I knew long ago Was only seventeen when I came here A place by the stream, a place so dear Though I’ve traveled far, I’ll…
He sits down with his own cup of tea And waits by the stall for the afternoon train The autumn winds wail like a lone wolf’s cry And takes him back to a small-town lane His eyes grow weary, his fingers grow frail The tea tastes sour like tears in his eyes An old man’s…