“We were small and thought we knew nothing
Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires
In the shiny pouches of raindrops…”
‘apne bistar pe bohat der se mein neem daraaz
sochti thi ke woh is waqt kahan par hoga
mein yahan hoo magar is koocha-e-rang-o-boo mein
roz ki tarah se woh aaj bhi aaya hoga…’
‘When I see birches bend to left and right / Across the lines of straighter darker trees, / I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.’
By Sheebah I was staring at my books listlessly in the noon,as I thought of a story about a girl […]