We are the dream merchants
We are always in loss
I have never really liked flowers. I find their colours too bright and unreal. And I have never liked the fact that beauty can be so temporary.
I don’t like flowers but apparently the camera of my mobile does love them a lot
It was a winter evening. I came out of my office and saw glory, dancing on the western frontier.
Once upon a time,
in another country,
in another place,
we were pretty bad ass
I came across this exhausted old man, sleeping in a quiet corner of Port Grand. I wanted to wake him up, but didn’t have the heart to do so despite knowing that he was sleeping a dreamless sleep.
Came across this sweet old man a few months ago in Fortress Stadium, Lahore. He worked for a tea seller and had the kindest of faces and the most expressive eyes. The interaction was short but what was intended to be communicated, was communicated