Puratawn

Puratawn Review: The Fragile Art of Remembering

If you ever look back and reminisce about your past, would you want it to fade? Past doesn’t hit you until you lose the strings, one by one. And then, by all the force and fervour you have left within you, you start to cradle the past as if you could preserve it by mere will. You would want it to stay. Like the last strands of perfume on an old letter, the crumpled edge of a photograph, or the voice of someone you now only remember in fragments. Reminds me of Farida Khanum’s song ‘Aaj Jane Ki Zidd Na Karo,’ …Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar, Chand ghadiyan yehi hain, | Click Here...