The lemon trees, representing hope and memory, are a beautiful recurring motif that adds some poetry to the narrative.
Not any coincidence! A man in his late 40s with no family, no partner. He had a different view of life. He would describe a family as a beautiful part, but to have one, actually scared him.
Sul Kak knew that his role as a Sehar-khawn was not just a duty, but a privilege - a chance to help his community awaken to the beauty of their shared humanity,
Through the crowd of people, I am walking alone.
Talking to myself and sifting truth from falsehood
Mesmerizing landscapes tempt me but I keep to myself.
My friend’s become a zombie, endlessly scrolling Instagram Feed, chasing likes and followers, ignoring real life. He’s perfected his photos, but lost his grip on reality. Help, he's trapped in the 'Gram!
Tum Jano, Tum ko gair se jo rasm-o-raah hoMujh ko bhi puchtey raho to kya gunah ho.
In the journey of my life, I will miss you,
I will need u and I will call you,
As I can feel your fragrance,
but I can't bear your absence.