Time Traveller Dining At Sidewalk on Burns Road
Dr. Agha Inamullah Friday, 26 March, 2021 Each window tells me a story of its golden era, and weeps as if a lost child on last train to Hindustan, parted from Sindhu, a life within a life... … . occupied. I can see the century peeping from her bedroom window down at chariots, and carriages wheeling and can hear the clattering from metal hoofs of horses' on wider roads. A basket rolled down from an adjacent terrace fence wooden bar; tied to an edge of Parvathi’s colorful dupattas she collected, gifted from her beloved's family. Kirshan flying kites with Muhammad on roof top. Few Seagulls fluttering, near their kites who apparently lost their way from fish harbor at Keya Mari. Umrao in her Ferozi Gujarati sari arches on her belly bending forward to hang a bed sheet over terrace fence soaked last night in caustic solvent. Hubby yells, “careful Umrao Jaan” Deepak playing strings on Sitar softer tunes; an early morning practice for next concert Zaibu, the naughty lass in he