the voice

boarding the plane and settling in, the PIA steward with his oligatory beard, pan-stained teeth and sweaty armpits welcomes me

if you have stayed away from home for some time, for the strangest reason which i could not comprehend, his face gives me a sense of reassurance

deep down thre is a realization of the level to which PIA hiring (or firing) policy has stooped

the steward gives me a pakistani newspaper a sight for my sore eyes

i read that the ghazal maestro pervez mehdi had passed away. sad to read this & though i had not followed up on his career there was one album that i loved

maybe a blog on pervez mehdi album in the coming days