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.

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

A random capture near Saddar Railway Station, Karachi.

The man fascinated me. His face reminded me of an old Baloch, too tired to bear the burden of his dreams anymore.