As often it happens, I found myself lost in an apparently ridiculous (maybe even meaningless) discussion with Farees: A person who has always impelled me to think beyond what I think. The discussion was on the colour, sorry shade of “Grey”. The fourth day of Eid, sitting in my room, with a few moments of solitude (no guests, no parties) I asked Farees if she had written something in a while,
as if Eid had also jammed the writing business along with the roads of my city. But as a treasure full of thoughts, unique accounts and bits of ponderings she has always been,
quite positively she replied in the affirmative and with a speed, so well accustomed to her, she even sent me the short write-up which I started reading right away.
It was beautiful. Deep. And amazing as expected. If she hasn’t put it up till yet, she may do it in a while so don’t miss the opportunity of reading it over here: Everything is grey-t
