1. jhootaylog

    Mufti Saab garmi mei Ghalib

    It was a dark and stormy night, with rain lashing violently, thunder booming like cannons and dogs howling like banshees. I raced across the deserted graveyard, dodged past the lady in white with backward pointing feet and crashed through the aik kamray ki jhopri in which we lived. Maa, I...
  2. P

    Vision of Great Ashfaq saab