Time Traveller Dining At Sidewalk on Burns Road
Dr. Agha Inamullah Friday, 26 March, 2021 Each window from terrace whispered story of its golden era, and wept as if a lost child on last train to Hindustan, parted from Sindhu, a beautiful life with memories of shattered dreams carrying world of torment upon its shoulders. I could see the century peeping to take a glimpse of me behind silk curtains, shy, and secretly smiling from her bedroom window. I could see chariots, and carriages wheeling and could even hear the clattering from metal hoofs of horses' on scented wider roads. Suddenly my gaze disentangled to a rusty basket crafted from dry date Palm leaves; that rolled down from an adjacent terrace fence wooden bar; tied to an edge of Parvathi’s colorful dupattas she had collected, gifted from her beloved's family. Krishan was flying kites with Muhammad on roof top. Few Seagulls fluttered near their kites who apparently had lost their way from fish harbor at Keya Mari. Umaru in her...