Nostalgia

Z.G.MUHAMMAD Other than politics, which has continuously been picking our minds like woodpeckers on tall pine trees, gossip about wazawan...

Z.G.MUHAMMAD On a shelf in my small study, I have a beautiful book printed on glossy paper ‘Rubaiyat of Omar...

BY Z.G.MUHAMMAD It was like Alice, that little girl in Carol Lewis’ novel falling down a rabbit hole to discover...

BY Z.G.MUHAMMAD Someone has said it, and said it beautifully ‘everybody owns a piece of Marine Drive’; it greets everyone...

Z.G.MUHAMMAD I was introduced to the nimble hands much before, my younger sibling and I began with our tender hands...

By Eijaz Mir The golden days of school are still casting its deep, realistic images and shadows somewhere inside my...

By Z.G.Muhammad Sometimes, for ‘angelic pureness’ of our times, I start believing that we were children of the medieval times....

By Z.G.Muhammad Reading novelist Naseem Hijazi, during our days in school was a craze. His novels Khaak aur Khoon, Akhari...

By Z.G.Muhammad Sitting long hours, after Zohar namaz, during winter vacations on cozy hamam of the masjid in our Mohalla...

By Z.G.Muhammad Something eerie was there in the zephyr- yes the morning breeze that blew across our city; it sang...