Couldn’t identify who it was, as I was completely unaware of the long-term impression this meeting would have on my life. It propelled me towards a parallel track of life. The curvatures of leaves, impressions of textures running linear on half-century-old Neem trees, and the smell of the earth after the first rain all translate to something familiar and unknown, resonating with the presence of ‘The Divine.’
Babar Naeem Shaikh
Surrendering Identity
