One

“It was but yesterday I thought of myself as a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.” Khalil Gibran The stardust was craving to reunite again, but the force of the bang kept it afloat, movingContinue reading “One”

Sweethearts Seek Sweets

The main corridor at Defense Raya GCC hosts a number of sports, like squash court, gym, yoga studio, pro shop, and gateway to the golf course. This is a great avenue that accommodates its members’ quest for healthy activities. The irony is that a cute & tiny pastry shop also sits there, calling me withContinue reading “Sweethearts Seek Sweets”

Nest

“Trees are poems that earth writes on the sky.” Khalil Gibran  When I saw a large beehive hanging from a tree at the ninth tee box at Gujranwala Golf Club, I felt a chill in my stance that the backswing might disturb bees in their home. My ears shivered to the slight buzz in theContinue reading “Nest”

A Parable of the Golf Ball

“I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening . . . .  I am the spark in the stone,  the gleam of gold in the metal . . . .  The rose and the nightingale  drunkContinue reading “A Parable of the Golf Ball”

Just The Two Of Them

“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”

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”

Rocking on the High Rocks

On a pleasant April morning, the traffic was virtually nonexistent on the Murree Expressway. The post-dawn air was crisp and the beauty of the weather was worth the uphill journey. I was quietly anticipating a great round at Chinar Golf Club. The road briskly snaked through the mountains crossing all hurdles smoothly. I cruised inContinue reading “Rocking on the High Rocks”

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”