10 things you learn from a vacation in Lahore
1: If you anticipate fog, there will be no fog. The minute you disregard fog, there will be fog 2:
I know not what I am (but I know what I am not)
A poem from Bulleh Shah, written in the 18th century, and my attempt at translating it in English. First the
how things work (sometimes!)
Every day is the first day of the interim phase before the next day, followed by rest of your life.
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A clay pot was smashed on a wall, its particles flying in all directions, some big, some small and some
three and a half hours
Three and a half hours from here An unseen idyllic oasis, abundant with rare Leaning away from the feigning, lavishing,
The very best of (rather unknown) Pakistani music (part 3)
Musarrat Nazir very old song; hauntingly beautiful poetry
