My first few days in Lahore have been hectic to say the least. I went to the music party for Safwan and Erum's wedding. The groom's side was still in Muzzaffarabad and on their way to Lahore. I got to meet Erum's friends who are from all over the world - fantastic group of individuals. They say that you can tell a lot from the company you keep, so I have discovered such tenderness, loving and devotion from her mates. The singer at the music party was so moving that she brought me to tears during a Faiz Ahmed Faiz poem. It brought about memories of my father and Faiz Ahmed Faiz's visit to our home when I was just a young lad. A tear or two had been shed that evening because I never got to share in this beauty which my father lived for - poetry. I've only got to experience this love after his passing. I can't tell you how sad that makes me not to have shared a common interest with my father as beautiful as this.
I am Khayyam and I do not eat green eggs n' ham. Khayyam I am ;)
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My first few days in Lahore have been hectic to say the least. I went to the music party for Safwan and Erum's wedding. The groom's side was still in Muzzaffarabad and on their way to Lahore. I got to meet Erum's friends who are from all over the world - fantastic group of individuals. They say that you can tell a lot from the company you keep, so I have discovered such tenderness, loving and devotion from her mates. The singer at the music party was so moving that she brought me to tears during a Faiz Ahmed Faiz poem. It brought about memories of my father and Faiz Ahmed Faiz's visit to our home when I was just a young lad. A tear or two had been shed that evening because I never got to share in this beauty which my father lived for - poetry. I've only got to experience this love after his passing. I can't tell you how sad that makes me not to have shared a common interest with my father as beautiful as this.
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