These are the jottings of my old diary. I wrote it on August, 2007. This morning I read it again and thought of sharing with you:

The hill was alive with the sound of the gravedigger’s shovel. I was looking for a grave. In the next hill perhaps? It was dug yesterday. For Qurratulain Hyder. She was an Urdu writer who died on August 21, following a prolonged lung ailment, in a hospital in Noida, a Delhi suburb. I have never read Ms. Hyder. Yet I came here in Jamia Nagar’s Muslim graveyard to express my sadness at her passing away.  Read more

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