Zyada vaade nahi .. Bas roz thoda behtar banne ki koshish.

This diary became a quiet space to write, pause, and realign — one day at a time.
📓 Writing this year in a beautiful diary by @theartloom

This diary became a quiet space to write, pause, and realign — one day at a time.
📓 Writing this year in a beautiful diary by @theartloom
Zindagi ke safar mein guzar jaate hai jo makaam, woh phir nahi aate … I don’t usually believe in looking back at my past — that’s gone forever. But today, while updating my website, I went down memory lane, revisiting the ad films I did from 1989 till 2007. It feels almost unreal — as…
There is good and there is evil, right and wrong, heroes and villains. And if we’re blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus and our purpose presents itself….
“Sometimes, the best way to know a person is through the little things they choose to share. Here are 16 random reflections from my journey — pieces of me, written with honesty and a smile.” Some 6 months back .. there was a trend on flickr to write 16 randoms on oneself. One of my…
Some stories leave behind words that echo long after the screen fades to black. The Pakistani series Zindagi Gulzar Hai is one such story — and its climax dialogues continue to resonate with many of us. Kabhie aayegi khushi, kabhie gam aayengen. Kashaf Murtaza: Zindagi bahut si ajeeb baaton ka ek majmuan hai .. ajeeb…
A vibrant red butter dish paired with a bamboo lid, photographed in soft tabletop light. A study in colour contrast, texture, and minimal aesthetic by Humayunn Peerzaada.
“In loving memory of my father, my Papa — Niaz Ahmed Mohmuddin Peerzaada — a man of silence, strength, and love unspoken, whose quiet strength will always guide me.” On 9th September 2013, my beloved father, Niaz Ahmed Mohmuddin Peerzaada, left us — his wife, his daughters, his grandchildren, his family, innumerable well-wishers, dear friends,…