‘A pretty little fairy climbing up the stem I asked, “which one is the prettiest?” She replied, “All of them!”’ Zaria I. Jamil I am present at an orb where the orchards crave for clouds and roofs desire drops. Soil longs for thunders and deserts lust for wind. Oceans blurt storms and glaciers aspire heat.Continue reading “Beginning of Birth”
Author Archives: Morning with Golf
This is a story of resuming golf after weeks of pause because of COVID-19. I was the first to begin a game at 5:30AM on the day Lahore Gymkhana Club opened its doors after a long break. Playing solo on a golf course is like flying boeing 777 alone. Thanks to my co-pilot, the caddie,Continue reading “Golf’s Back”
Today on the golf course, something was distracting me. Once I concentrated, I realised it was the memory of a friend who has fallen ill to coronavirus and was unable to join me. This led me down a spiral of memories and I wondered what this human function is? I am pondering what is aContinue reading “Memory”
We have got two shadows, one made by the light, the other by our memories. The later stays on even in dark.