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“जब भी कुछ सुलझाना हो तो धागों को खींचना नहीं चाहिए, हल्के हाथों अलगाना चाहिए।”
“क्या तुमने कभी देखा है ख़ुद को पढ़ते हुए?
मैंने उस दृश्य को लिखा है तुम्हारे लिए…”
― Tumhare Baare Mein
मैंने उस दृश्य को लिखा है तुम्हारे लिए…”
― Tumhare Baare Mein
“परिवर्तन समय बदल गया है अब लड़कियां भी मन की कर सकती हैं जो चाहे खेल सकती हैं जो चाहे पढ़ सकती हैं जो चाहे पहन सकती हैं बल्कि नौकरी तक कर सकती हैं पर झाड़ू, पोछा, बर्तन और रसोई के बाद।”
― वर्जिन: काव्य संग्रह
― वर्जिन: काव्य संग्रह
“Noreen’s therapist had once quoted a writer, comparing grief to having a broken leg that doesn’t heal right and still hurts when it’s damp outside, but eventually you learn to dance with a limp. It was a weird analogy, but it had stuck.”
― The Marvelous Mirza Girls
― The Marvelous Mirza Girls
“बहुत बोलने से चुप कितना कुछ कहता है! हम एक जगह चुनते हैं, जहाँ बैठे रहने का सुख”
― Tumhare Baare Mein
― Tumhare Baare Mein
“Snowmen
My ancestor, a man
of Himalayan snow,
came to Kashmir from Samarkand,
carrying a bag
of whale bones:
heirlooms from sea funerals.
His skeleton
carved from glaciers, his breath
arctic,
he froze women in his embrace.
His wife thawed into stony water,
her old age a clear
evaporation.
This heirloom,
his skeleton under my skin, passed
from son to grandson,
generations of snowmen on my back.
They tap every year on my window,
their voices hushed to ice.
No, they won’t let me out of winter,
and I’ve promised myself,
even if I’m the last snowman,
that I’ll ride into spring
on their melting shoulders.”
―
My ancestor, a man
of Himalayan snow,
came to Kashmir from Samarkand,
carrying a bag
of whale bones:
heirlooms from sea funerals.
His skeleton
carved from glaciers, his breath
arctic,
he froze women in his embrace.
His wife thawed into stony water,
her old age a clear
evaporation.
This heirloom,
his skeleton under my skin, passed
from son to grandson,
generations of snowmen on my back.
They tap every year on my window,
their voices hushed to ice.
No, they won’t let me out of winter,
and I’ve promised myself,
even if I’m the last snowman,
that I’ll ride into spring
on their melting shoulders.”
―
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