“Reason is powerless in the expression of love.” Rumi A couple of pigeons sat on the v shaped stem on the top of a tree. I guess they appreciated the warmth of an April morning. My tee shot landed behind that tree in the rough. I got there to plan my approach shot from theContinue reading “Just The Two Of Them”
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Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head
“Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.” Rumi As the night began to sleep and morning was still yawning to wake, my crew mates started dropping out. WhatsApp is the most convenient way to announce the absence. I have done it many times, and it worksContinue reading “Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head”
Drowsy Dawns
Of course! nothing beats sleeping through the morning. That’s the dreamiest part of the whole slumber. On the other hand being awake at dawn is much more satisfying. The first shot as the sunlight demarks the horizon is even more enchanting. What a beautiful spot on the canvas of the day, the dawn is? TheContinue reading “Drowsy Dawns”
Short of Perfection
“And still after all this time, the sun never says to earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that, It lights the whole sky.” Hafiz Everybody on this Earth looks for a purpose. Some seek wealth, others look for fame. Some are in search of glory, many are on the questContinue reading “Short of Perfection”
Lunch at Soan River
On the first day of April a group of my business partners had planned a field trip for site selection for our upcoming housing project. Our cavalcade took off from Islamabad, Kenny Rogers was preaching to me, about manners of “Gambling” through my car stereo. Cruising through the beautiful Pothohar plateau, the green and yellowContinue reading “Lunch at Soan River”
Dimples
Golf balls illustrate artistic dimples that place them on the highest pedestals of beauty. There are golf balls of many colors but none beats the original white. The perfection with which it moves causes anyone to appreciate the physics behind it. But the story of dimples enters our lives much before our introduction to golfContinue reading “Dimples”
Saving The Beautiful Mornings
Mornings are beginnings. Beginnings are births. Births are stories to be told by the future. The future is what follows the present. The present lives till the end of it all. We keep living for a tomorrow that never comes. Morning, noon, evening, night, tomorrow, and yesterday only live in the present. The past andContinue reading “Saving The Beautiful Mornings”
The Wise Old Man
Spring is approaching fast and we have decided to take off half an hour earlier during a brief break, at the midway hut on a bright morning. It was very pleasant and we had abandoned the layers of winter clothing for a normal golf shirt. We were discussing how winter has left us for theContinue reading “The Wise Old Man”
The Floating Bubble
Inspired by Soni Cool. A bubble may be a delicate little object but it symbolizes a mighty element: the existence. Like a bubble, life exists for a brief period. They gloat, bloat and float only to disappear in air to feed the blankness of nothingness: the nonexistence. When one sets their eyes on a bubble,Continue reading “The Floating Bubble”
Morning With Golf 