Translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. It is a summer evening and I am alone in my hostel room. With a book in my hand, I am apparently reading something but unable to maintain focus on the text. Two days back, a friend died in a car accident. Ever since, I have been brooding ...
Translated by Fazal Baloch “I want to write down my dreams,” he looked at me as if he wanted to seek my advice. “That is a good thing,” I replied. “Kafka had written his dreams too. The real creativity comes from dreams. But don’t you know not everyone can dream? Many can’t even dream ...
Mehlab Naseer
Sameer Mehrab
Taj Baloch