Was going through some bookmarks and came across this story.

Had read it on Facebook and it tagged Sarmad Sehbai as the author and narrator of the events.

It's a haunting story of love between Pathanay Khan and his disciple Yaseen. سرمد صہبائی لکھتے ہیں:

پٹھانے خان کو کہیں سے پروگرام کی دعوت ملنی تو ہارمونیم کندھے پر اٹھا کر نکل پڑتا، یہی ہارمونیم اس کا ساز و سامان تھا اور اس کی موسیقی ہی اس کا اوڑھنا بچھونا تھا۔ اس سارے سفر میں صرف ایک شخص تھا جو ہمیشہ اس کے ساتھ رہتا تھا، یاسین!

Yaaaaaar ... PTI walay dukhay hoay hain, that is understandable.
Baqi sab meray jaisay petty b**t*rds jo apnay schadenfreude ki waja say khekhe kar rahay hain, wo bhi somewhat understandable hai.
Par ye jitna 'democracy ki jeet' crowd hai na, ye meri understanding say bahir hai. Boss, 'rule of law' ap k pay grade say ooper ki baat hai.

Jinhon nay inko nikala hai, tomorrow they'll boot u out too... And perhaps even more badly.

The only winners today are the ones who have a history of winning over their own men.
Ap bayshak apni khushi tone down kar lain.

"Every person should strive to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why."

- James Thurber I remember some 11 years ago I was sharing my desires of the future and my sister kept listening, and when I finished she said: "but is main future kahan hai? Ye sab to present say escape kay plans hain which you're drawing in a future timeline!"

I sat there gobsmacked.

A newlywed bride, yesterday; and a woman of an unidentifiable age and marital status, today.
It was my second visit at the medical facility within 24 hours. I was tired and drained, but I couldn't help noticing them both.
There was something about them, each. The bride had been married last week. With henna still on her hands, she was dressed in a deep magenta velvet shalwar qameez and matching shawl on which numerous golden threads crawled with abandon. She looked a 'dulhan' signboard, if there ever was any!
She sat next to me.

I might delete this later but I need to get it out of my system.

I don't know how safe people in your circle feel about their lives.
I talked to this guy who's uncle *aped him thru his age of 5-13. He is 32 only and already has had two divorces, both due to his baggage. I talked to this bandi whose Bhabhi is molesting her teenage brother, and both brother and sister know it and stay quiet because the power balance at home is tipped in favour of bhabi.

I talked to this bandi whose HR sexually harassed her, & when she resigned is still stalking.

My domestic help is showing ALL signs of #COVD19, consistently coughing, nasal congestion, body aches & having fever.

"Go home, rest." I told her.

"Ap chhuti day deti hain baqi baajiaan nahi deteen. Tou phir jab sab ka kaam karna hai tou apka kion nahi."
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Baajio, aqal karain! I insisted and she felt obligated to comfort me.

"Baji wese bhi hum Araein pyaz khatay hain. Humain is virus se kuch nahi ho ga. Ap nay tiktok pe nahi dekha? Sab kamroN main aadha aadha pyaaz kaat k rakh dain. Ghar main kisi ko karona nahi ho ga."

Tiktok is the cancer.