Segregations are tough to make today, regarding who dons a fabricated facade and who remains truthfully unchanged. In a few cases such as this, however, no such scrutiny is required because the genuineness of it all lies in the open for all to view freely. Yet it remains dejectedly unseen. The scenario can be conveniently … More Maqsood


Charlie hasn’t forgotten me; Still visits sometimes, Breaking into a joyous run, almost a gallop, Eager to feel my familiar touch, Warm on his face.   His eyes still gleam As brilliantly as the polished ornaments I adorned the Christmas fir with, While he capered about madly beneath, With some undecipherable wonder on his face. … More CHARLIE

The Mountain Lullaby

Given my boundless awe and love for mountains, Obscure Trails indisputably had to begin here. With an empty time-table yawning ahead of me, I longed for a much-needed trip. I longed, specifically, for some mountain therapy. Surprisingly, I got lucky. Plans for a holiday in the hills took shape, and in no time I was … More The Mountain Lullaby