Recently I read a book of short stories titled "An Evening in Lucknow" written by the well-known novelist, scriptwriter, journalist and film-maker Khwaja Ahmad Abbas. Inspired by one of his short stories "The Umbrella", I have penned this narrative. This is also my humble dedication to this remarkable writer who published seventy-three books during his life-span of seventy-three years from 1914 to 1987.

It is a duty of any woman to transform herself to refine being (lady) and to create a perfect man. Likewise, the goal of a man is to obey the commandments of the father in heaven.

It is a duty of any woman to transform herself to refine being (lady) and to create a perfect man. Likewise, the goal of a man is to obey the commandments of the father in heaven.

It is a duty of any woman to transform herself to refine being (lady) and to create a perfect man. Likewise, the goal of a man is to obey the commandments of the father in heaven.

A man taking a chance on living with a woman in a "fixer upper" home.

A mother makes a grave sacrifice.

This writing is a thought that came to me. For some reason I really don’t understand, they usually ends up rhyming.

The poet who lost his lady love hunts for her all the time. He suffers a lot and every moment is aching for him. He questions his torments and seeks answer from his lady love. At the end he stumbles upon the answer himself. He took her pains and sufferings to make her happy and peaceful in life.

How does one free themselves?

The kind of lady who lights up a room with her smile.