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From the author: I feel forlorn and sad. I have lost something, something that I found a few moments ago, a small glistening pearl, from the ocean, the world. After feasting my eyes for some few moments with its beauty, it fell from my hands back into the ocean, with no possibility of showing itself again, considering the deep vast ocean and the number of days that each of us has on this earth. Loss of a thing that you have owned for only a moment is no less than the loss of a thing that you have had for years. It is the intensity of possession that grades the loss and not the duration of possession. The memory of this moment will linger in my imagination for some days then it too will be lost in the oblivion as so many others. Though it will lose its individual identity, yet it will always be there contributing to my overall concept of beauty. The loss would add up...
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From the author:

I feel forlorn and sad. I have lost something, something that I found a few moments ago, a small glistening pearl, from the ocean, the world. After feasting my eyes for some few moments with its beauty, it fell from my hands back into the ocean, with no possibility of showing itself again, considering the deep vast ocean and the number of days that each of us has on this earth.

Loss of a thing that you have owned for only a moment is no less than the loss of a thing that you have had for years. It is the intensity of possession that grades the loss and not the duration of possession.

The memory of this moment will linger in my imagination for some days then it too will be lost in the oblivion as so many others. Though it will lose its individual identity, yet it will always be there contributing to my overall concept of beauty. The loss would add up to my previous losses, and increase the percentage of sadness in my existence. In moments sad and lonely tears would fill up my eyes while I will not be conscious what had prompted them.

Innumerable similar moments and episodes have subtly molded my opinions and concepts about existence. What I am today is a result of my previous moments. I have learned to love time, as mans sincerest friend and hate, as man vilest enemy moving with an unfaltering pace it befriends man by devouring away the unhappy moments, but at the same time with that callous pace it obviates the happy moments too. How much you entreat, it will not let you stay in a moment longer that it desires, It is there sitting at the end like a huge dragon with its mouth open, pulling into its belly the string of moments, through its ignoble, gorgeous mouth, tearing to pieces those precious moments with the piked teeth in that formidable mouth.

Things seemed so real at times and just mirages at other. I wondered, and my ponderings took me nigh the skies, and to the deepest abyss. An impregnable darkens seemed to spread all around me. I pulled the dark curtains one by one, in an effort to reach the niche which enclosed the lamp whose light would remove the darkness around me and show me the path to the ultimate.

The ponderings of the present volume are the efforts to remove the curtains.

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About Mian

After completing graduation, and succeeding in the Central Superior Services Examination, in 1975,I joined the Government of Pakistan as a First Class Gazetted Officer, and served the State for a period of almost ten years till I was dismissed from service by the Martial Law...

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