Kaisi Paheli Zindagani
With the heavy brocade of the curtains drawn against the rest of the world, my friend R abs turns on the fairy lights in her room, so that i may observe them in absolute rapture. I am enveloped by a disorienting feeling. Its still light out but inside the room time seems to exist on a different plane of existence . And both of us holed up in there as if afraid to venture out to the real world, seem to enjoy it. It registers briefly when the treacherous electricity decide s to vanish in a characteristic manner. The government likes to call it ‘loadshedding’. The room is illuminated by the soft glow of the gas heater and rabs is loudly listening to a video Pal mein hasaaye or pal mein rolaye yeh kahaani Kaisi paheli, kaisei paheli hai zindagani I am lounging near the foot of the bed, lost in something so unimportant that I cant even recall it now. Suddenly she glances up and chortles "wow , quite a mood we have going on here. “ Both of...