Letter #16 Forgotten Realms, Shamsur Rahman Faruqi & The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Mehfil Barkhaast Hui...

Dear Friend,

As I gaze upon the endless twinkling stars, my thoughts drift to the memories of past love and the paths our lives have taken. I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I think about how she has now found happiness in the arms of another. But, as Rumi so eloquently put it, "The wound is the place where the light enters you." Perhaps it is through the pain of loss that we find a way to truly appreciate and cherish the love we have experienced.

As I take a sip of whiskey, I reflect on what brings me happiness in this world. I've come to realize that I am an old soul, yearning for the beauty of times long gone. The images of abandoned and forgotten places fill me with a sense of peace and contentment that cannot be found in the hustle and bustle of modern life. Reading the works of poets and philosophers, such as Shamsur Rahman Faruqi's "The Mirror of Beauty," only deepens my connection to the past and the beauty that still lingers within it.

And as I close the book and take another sip, I am reminded of the words of Meer Taqi Meer: "Rāh-e-dūr-e-ishq meñ rotā hai kyā aage aage dekhiye hotā hai kyā."One must have the courage to face the unknown and keep moving forward in order to discover what lies ahead.

I’ll write again, my friend.

Yours,

Bohemian Dialogue