No, I doubt I’d be that kind of father not rural not snow no quiet window but hot smelly New York City seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job! And five nose running brats in love with Batman And the neighbors all toothless [...]
my urdu post was lost in a db transfer. i am leaving the comments. – Intro to Ghalib. And translation.
my urdu post was lost in a db transfer. i am leaving the comments.
You say there is no choice left, now – Faiz, Jan 1958.
my urdu post was lost in a db transfer. i am leaving the comments
My urdu post got severely messed in a DB transfer. I am leaving the comments.