‘A language will die with me’
0By Ahsanul Haq Chishti A night of ghazals comes to an end. The singer departs through her chosen mirror, her one diamond cut on her countless necks. I, as ever, linger. (From Agha Shahid Ali’s Farewell poem: I Dream I Am At the Ghat of the Only World) Let me put a [...]
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