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What is relationship? I don’t really understand. Is it the fondness, love or be familiar  with someone, something, some incidence, happening or what———

One of my friends who passed away years back, used to say that Tanveer likes everything that exits on this earth; a pebble, a rainbow, clouds, an ant, a paper, a child, fire, anything, anything that has name——

And that’s trueJ I know that God is beautiful so whatever He has created has some beauty in it.

I was a student of 6th grade and very immature in 1963. I went to the market to buy some grocery. There I saw a man who had also come to buy. He was the ugliest man I ever saw. (I’m sorry to say this) I looked at him for some time. I thought that he’s so ugly, no girl will marry him. A thought straight away came to my mind——I will marry him —— I don’t know why I was so concerned about that man, who was a stranger. I didn’t know who he was where he lived or what he did——-just knew nothing about him or his whereabouts——— he also glanced at me as I was constantly looking at him. I don’t know what he thought about me—- but before leaving I just passed him a sweet smile and came back home. I didn’t even share with anybody at home. I think my innocent harmless intention pleased God, as the husband he chose for me was one of the most handsome men I saw and see around. So whenever I looked at my husband and his manly splendor, reminded me of that manJ!  My husband was a beautiful gift and reward of my innocent and pure likeness by God. Children and people all were more simple and innocent in those times.

I loved my husband so much that words fail to describe my love for him. He died in the hospital being ill for two years of brain injury.  I don’t know what made me sing all the way back home loudly in the car. No one dared to stop me as everyone was so touched and knew my mental condition—– jeevan k safar me rahi milte hein bicher jane ko, aur de jaate hein yaadein tunhai mei turpaane ko—translation;  in the course of life companions meet but to depart—- leaving behind their memories to grieve and bereave in aloneness

It’s an old Indian song and it haunts me still so I have a very long relationship with this song

May the soul of that man (if he’s dead, and my dear husband’s soul rest in peace, amen) Even last night I saw my husband in dream. He hugged me!  29th March 1984 was his last day of life in this mortal world. Though it’s been so long that he’s no more but I wait for him especially in the evening————

Value Added Life

I’m not a huge music fan; it’s not something that drives me. Whilst I listen to my MP3 constantly it’s more as a form of company on my daily commute, a familiar way of blocking out the stresses and strains of daily life, an accompaniment to my routine. I easily forget artists and bands that I like; new stuff appears and pushes out the old, which does provide the later pleasure of rediscovering a group or album.

Some musical pleasures though are those that are with you in the day to day, which keep you inspired whatever the weather. Whose songs become as familiar as a favourite pairs of boots, or the perfume you wear just to feel like you. Many, in fact almost all of my musical obsessions have fallen by the wayside over the years; The Spice Girls aged 10-11, Boyzone 11-13, Westlife, Daniel Beddingfield, Linkin Park, The…

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