the end...

i bade lahore farewell for the year...and look forward to my return in the new year...

i long to elope with the serene solitude of the towering mughal artistry which never ceases to amaze me and remind me of my finite nature in an infinite history...

...

as i write my own...my will overcomes all repressed emotion...i let go the past...not to forget...but to forgive...
for only letting us have what is given to us and not what is not meant to be...

it isn't cruelty.
it is just.
it is fate.