This is something that I wrote about twenty years ago. I was parked outside American Consulate in Karachi, looking at the line outside the visa window where one of my friends was waiting for his turn to apply for the visa. Please forgive any typos as I typed in Urdu after a very long time.
Amar, i posted 2 or 3 of my writings earlier also. I used to wrrite a lot (I have a diary full of my work, good or bad, but its there :D) ...I dont write anymore, I think its because (unfortunately) of living in USA for so long, I dont feel the same grip on URDU language that I used to have many years ago. Khayalat to aatay hain dimagh main lekin un ke izhaar ke liye munasib lufz nahi aatay zehen main,
Amar, i posted 2 or 3 of my writings earlier also. I used to wrrite a lot (I have a diary full of my work, good or bad, but its there :D) ...I dont write anymore, I think its because (unfortunately) of living in USA for so long, I dont feel the same grip on URDU language that I used to have many years ago. Khayalat to aatay hain dimagh main lekin un ke izhaar ke liye munasib lufz nahi aatay zehen main,