“But you must indulge your Manto bhai. Memories, my brothers, so many memories, they just drag me back to the past as I talk. I cannot resist them. If I could have, I wouldn’t have had to die like a… — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“I’m not the flowering of a song, nor the flow of melody I am the echo of the shattering sound of my defeat” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Words are flowers, if you can't see their colours or smell them, they're nothing but dead letters.” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Karbala is what happens when this life becomes an expanse of death. That is the destiny of the writer of stories, janab.” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Has anyone ever been able to prevent the dead from talking to one another?” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Their lives are like measuring tapes, and they want to trim the lives of other people to same measurements” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“If you have to die like a worm, die that way, complaining will not fetch you anything extra.” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Anyone can write history. All it needs is memory. But to write a story you must have the power to dream.” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Why does time erase me thus, O Lord? I’m no redundant letter on the page of the world” — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“But you must indulge your Manto bhai. Memories, my brothers, so many memories, they just drag me back to the past as I talk.… — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“Dilli, which was the chosen city of this world, Which the finest people on earth made their home, Has now been ravaged by time… — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
“There are two Ghalibs,’ you said once, ‘one of them is a Seljuq Turk, who consorts with badshahs, and the other is homeless and… — Rabisankar Bal Copy Share Image
