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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An evening in the company of a Sufi...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The café was packed-event, <br>Book release and reading of excerpts<br>From ‘love and Longing’<br>A compilation of letters<br>Exchanged between<br>Imroz and Amrita<br>Over a time span <br>Of five decades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imroz took the dais, <br>Simply dressed in white<br>A pair of spectacles <br>Resting on his nose.<br>Began to shyly share<br>Sufi poems and<br>Anecdotes<br>On a reminiscent note…<br>Love shone in his limpid eyes, <br>In the delicate curve of his smile, <br>Reverence in his mellifluous voice, <br>Sketches made by him<br>Framed on the walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said there were no laws<br>In their relationship- laws<br>Are for the irresponsible; <br>We gave each other space<br>And moved at our own pace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is in small details; <br>Anticipate the needs of the beloved: <br>Amrita loved to write in<br>The silence of the night.<br>I could make out from the <br>Light filtering outside.<br>She loved tea; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trained myself to wake <br>At mid night and make <br>Her a cup steaming hot, <br>Kept it, on her desk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times it<br>Remained untouched.<br>She didn’t explain<br>Nor I complain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called her my<br>Heer, as well as Fakir<br>Spoke he<br>Like a true Sufi.<br>Even today she is <br>With me.<br>I feel her in the gentle breeze, <br>Fragrance of Jasmine...<br>Spoke of her in present tense<br>With fondness.and affection.<br>His words<br>And demeanour<br>Left me<br>Bleary eyed…<br>it was a union <br>destined, <br>with God's blessings...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amrita Pritam was hailed as the doyen of Punjabi literature and was world renowned.<br>She was the first prominent Indian women writers. She wrote many poems, novels, short stories and essays. A number of her works have been translated into English, Trench, Danish, Japanese languages.<br>Amrita and Imroz love story is a legend. They lived together for fifty years. ‘Some love stories reverberate like hymns in the universe’ said Uma Trilok, her biographer.<br>At her death, Imroz on being questioned said, ‘why be sad, what I couldn’t do, Nature did.’ Such words of love and wisdom, because her last years were painful and <br>Death came as a release.<br>Imroz is a noted painter and poet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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Book release and reading of excerpts
From ‘love and Longing’
A compilation of letters
Exchanged between
Imroz and Amrita
Over a time span 
Of five decades.

Imroz took the dais, 
Simply dressed in white
A pair of s..."></div>
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