“Dilli, which was the chosen city of this world, Which the finest people on earth made their home, Has now been ravaged by time and left in ruins This devastated city is where I come from You’re laughing, Manto bhai?” — 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
