Mumtaz Shah Nawaz

“The April moon was up and the moonlight clutched at her heart with icy fingers. Everything was cold, oh so cold and grey! She had intended to call the driver and to tell him to bring the car, but now she walked away with slow steps deep into the shadows of the garden. All around her was a hush and a stillness and the whole pale world seemed to say, “This has been before, so many many times before; this will be again, so many times again.” “But not to me, not to me,” she cried. “This will also pass” sighed the cypress, “love is a dream!” “Then let me have my dream,” she whispered. “Go to him!” chirped the cricket, and she turned her steps towards the drive, when, from the shadows an owl hooted mournfully “No hope! No hope!” She sighed once again and looked up at the moon and it had such a cynical smile on its old face that she walked quickly towards the verandah...”
― Mumtaz Shah Nawaz, The Heart Divided