Farewell

Fare thee well, my glad friend. Good cheers they too must end. Grieve not though life offends; Such tidings chance portends. Raw snow so chaste and pure, Beams in tender allure. Forlornly knows it sure: Grace, so brief, won’t endure. Cheerful the sun shall rise, While darkness flees the skies. Does silently surmise, Noon forebodes its demise. Mighty the Great Khans rode, Slayed millions by their code. ’Twas but an episode: Steppes of Gobi, infold!

Just a couple days ago, my good friend Lindsay died. Only 37. A married mother of two young boys. It was unexpected and tragic. Devastating to her family. A withering kick in the stomach to her many friends. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough to simply mourn her loss and…

Someone once said, “Focus on the journey, not the destination; joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it,” in a random discussion at my @539 (my room), and I just nodded my head in acceptance without even accepting it. What else could that kid even do…

Starting today, I will no longer work for Fiksari, the company I co-founded in 2016. It’s a weird feeling. We started Fiksari with the wild dream of helping millions of elderly people to operate in the digital world and providing meaningful work for the youth. …

On 17th October 2019 I got admitted in BS Medical Laboratory Technology in CUVAS Bahawalpur. We were the pioneer batch of University. I came here in Bahawalpur thinking that I’ll will learn a lot of new things and try to change the people perspective how they see the life and…

Poem: Saying goodbye to 2022 Another year has passed, Filled with ups and downs, Memories made, And lessons found. We’ve laughed and we’ve cried, We’ve loved and we’ve lost, We’ve grown and we’ve learned, At whatever cost. But as we say goodbye, To another year gone by, We look back with gratitude And look ahead with a sigh. For each year is a journey, A path we must follow, A chance to live and learn,

Something Left Behind If Summer start it with The Smith, We were start it with Fionna Apple. Young blood, self exploration, existential crisis, we swallow all of them together with a cheap bottle of beer. Sneaking to the rooftop and smoking some cigs, talking and cursing about our country, and…