Friday — 04 Ziqaad 1425 — 26 Agrahayana 1926 — 17 December 2004
Today was a special kind of a day. I call it the poetry deficiency syndrome day. If I haven’t read any good poetry (good = a lot of quality poetry) for a while I have a sudden strong craving for poetry. Today was that day.
Yes, I know that there have been too many syndromes in my writings lately. That just means that I am a very interesting person. Completely unlike the usual normal people with too few psychological disorders.
So, today was spent with Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s Nuskha ha e Wafa (فیض احمد فیض کی نسخہ ھائے وفا).