A few days ago was the death anniversary of poet-lyricist Sahir Ludhianvi. Joe, a friend Sahir Ludhianvi Ansari wrote this memoir. Nukte his poetry and life, many of which are open. The "balance" is published in the new issue of the magazine. Janaki as a bridge-to-edit his submission. ==============================
Bombay City boiling markets, on Sahilon, three long-long young child increase in budget hotels, sententious to worry about further tightening collar open, empty pockets coins were playing on the go. Two came from the north, one south, hoping that the day is not far off when the gate would open themselves to their fate and the film industry with the film studio's star shining in the literature.
Partition of India a year ago and after three or four years were marked femina boutique by sadness at the world of celluloid. Bdintjami and race for each side. He had to wait at daybreak. After finally jalees Abraham, Hameed Akhtar, Sahir Ludhianvi, Pakistan has passed one after three and three earned femina boutique throughout their checkers further.
But a few days before departure a manzar Sahir thousands of times I have been missing:
Sajjad Zaheer Walkeshhwar Road house (the Communists had used hospice care by the homeless), the country's Hulnak Fsadat Rayjni on the news, while we were sleeping the night fitting. We had a guy who did not sleep. 'm Desperate. When the eyes open in the morning to see that he repeatedly embroiled in dense hair comb bubble is you and you turn me on fire in Punjab will not die so easily, would cause a huge loss.
It was Sahir Ludhianvi. His eyes were red from Punjab hallucinate and sleep in the fire of contention newspaper that the fire was burning in flames.
Once the temporary return of Bombay, then Ludhiana and Lahore from there. While he asked:
Sahir Mumalikte-Khudadad the (Pakistan) government in the politically femina boutique unlikeable, but suspect dubbed full. Perhaps warrant was issued and came creeping Sahir sill of silence.
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