For you Humaira; I wrote this:
Happy Birthday to my love, my life, my wife!
The passing of a year is like a mere fold in the fabric of eternal love, and yet each stitch in time makes our bonding weave still stronger and sturdier.
As we grow older and wiser, we remain the naughty and nervous, fascinated and fervent young souls we always were. That’s how we beat back the clock, that’s how we keep fuelling the spark. You enchant me, you inspire me, you keep me sane, you keep me keen.
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A Question of Love
This is my first work to ever get published. I actually wrote it in October 1985 as part of a school assignment. But later a London community organisation published it in its monthly newsletter after my mother submitted it. I’m reproducing it here with a few edits.
‘Friendship is like a vase, once broken it maybe repaired, but the mark will remain’, I once read somewhere.
