An obsolete room housed in an antiquated house in the middle of nowhere...

Shadows of the past crystallize into view...

Scraps of nostalgia littered all over the place

A heap of unsent Letters... coated in layers of cobwebs...

Now merely a means of understanding a lost past...

In oblivion exists the reality...

Broken windows, unhinged doors creaking every now and then...
juxtaposed with the mellifluous voice of Begum Akhtar...

The deep scratches on the vinyl record... like scars...

The gramophone keeps repeating the same lines over and over again... “Rona aaya...Rona aaya...Rona aaya...”



A broken cup strained out of tea...Dry leaves jumbled in the cup...a few pigeons copulating... feathers strewn all over the place...

A Yellow dog-eared page written in hand... It reads...

"Us siyaahi ki dibbi se na jane kitne khat likhe the tumhe...
Aaj woh bhi kuch khali khali sa hai mere hi tarah

Us aasmaani chadar ki chhat ke neeche...
Seepiyon se khelti hain lehrein...

Ek ghar mera bhi hai wahin kahin
gar aankhon se lehrein door nahin hui
Thake paaon jahan sone jata hun main
kabhi kabhi...


Ek arsa hua...
Maano samandar behta ho mere andar...

Ummeedon ke saaye shayad nazar nahin aate hain ab...

In Gehraaiyon mein ya to samandar hai ya khaayi,
Magar Intezaar kisko hai rone ka...


Kagaz ke tukdon se banaye the jo phool maine...
Aaj woh bhi murjhaa se gaye hain

Na rang hai na khushboo...
Woh ab kaaf-e-khaak mein badal chuke hain...
Mere Khwaabon ke...
Shaakh pe jo ithlaate the barso pehle"

Next to the document, A rusted metal photo frame... Within the frame...A sepia-tinged boy smiling at the camera...Eyes tightly shut with a smile spread on the face...
A few feet away...some squirrels nibbling...

A withered old man on the floor deep in slumber...

A smile spread across his face...eyes tightly shut...

DEAD!!!