Nostalgia

By Z.G.Muhammad Time ticked by, I no more felt lonely in the maddening crowds of Bombay. I no more saw...

By Z.G.Muhammad It was living through an agony, more agonizing than Mahiwal watching Sohni’s unbaked pitcher dissolving in the waters...

By Z.G.Muhammad The ‘hint of sweet spring was in the air; it was the first day of March’ after long...

Z.G.Muhammad Now I no more chased swallows swirling and diving in the deserted streets. I no more craved for swallows...

By Z.G.Muhammad It sounded like folklores of the yore. It sounded like any other tale from the quiver of grandmother’s...

By Z.G.Muhammad It was a few day back, I  visited my favourite childhood haunt, Badamwari. After years– decades that I...

By Z.G.Muhammad Our childhood was full of rhythm and cadence. On looking back, sometimes for their cheerfulness, I feel envious...

By Z.G.Muhammad For us, during those happy go lucky days of childhood,the holy month of Ramzan brought with it a...

By Z.G.Muhammad Djinns: oh yeah, genie! There were lots of stories about genies in our childhood. The genies were more...

By Z.G.Muhammad My birth burg was really a wonderland- abounding in real characters that could be woven into a great...