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Thursday, February 16, 2006


Talking to Chacha as he drove me along Margalla Road I saw a cloud's shadow over the hill which nestles the Redco cricket ground and has a random mazaar-masjid on a terrace. The light green and dark green of the trees flowing with the curve of the hills became a frozen-fluid image in my mind and Faiqa's words echoed in my ears: How can you not write about this?


Blogger bluecheese said...

hi there :) permission to link?

8:58 PM  
Blogger mercury said...

Granted, granted :D
Also, may I?

11:00 PM  
Blogger bluecheese said...

i would be honored!

11:46 PM  

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