Sarim Baig
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Saints and Charlatans
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“A huge, purple bell, with three tender flowerets in its heart, ensconced in a crown of twigs. A sunbeam fell on the purple flower and made it glow red. The whole thing looked like a tiny world in itself, a fantastic world of flower and fire, light and silence." -- Bougainvillea”
― Saints and Charlatans
― Saints and Charlatans
“The bathing boys abandoned their frolicking and gathered in a horde around the singing man. Nobody made a sound. Their heads swayed gently in tune. Even Malik sahib and the fruit seller looked enchanted. The mysterious contours of his voice in the mellow, orange twilight were like the sound of nature, the call of beauty. And the road water, though the filthiest in Lahore, mimicked the red blush of Heer's cheeks which, the player revealed, "were scented like a rare flower on a spring morning."
-- The Player”
― Saints and Charlatans
-- The Player”
― Saints and Charlatans
“I had money, I had days, I had ennui; together they would have killed me had I not bought the tickets." -- Our Uncle Zubi”
― Saints and Charlatans
― Saints and Charlatans
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