By Hasaan Khawar
She was looking intently at the empty note pad, lost deeply in her thoughts. After a while I just couldn’t help it and asked her: “what are you looking at?” My question kind of shook her out of her trance. I noticed that her eyes depicted the traces of an untold story. She restlessly touched the page with her fingers as if a blind person is trying to read an urgent message through Braille and said: “Memories are like writings. You could tear the page and throw it away, but the words written with the pen of passion and ink of intensity would often leave an indelible mark!”
Hasaan Khawar 