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Many Dreams Later!

Many Dreams Later! Liye Jaati Hai Kahin Ek Tawaqqo Ghalib. (A certain hope drives me on, O Ghalib!) ghalib A certain hope had brought me here the first time--and with what joy and excitement I had come! I had waited a long time for the opportunity. Naturally, I was very excited and wished I had wings. My desire to visit my basti was intense, but the path refused to reveal itself. I made repeated attempts to go, but always had to turn back at its threshold. I once found a way forward, but an old vagabond dream of mine blocked the path. Again I was forced to turn back. Now, after so many years, I have arrived on the threshold once again with the same hope, the same joy and excitement, and I am on the path to my neglected basti. Well, this time I'm not going to be turned back. A caravan accompanies me, and the shadow of Khwaja Khizr¹ is walking beside me. Also, my basti is not as unforgiving as it was before. How quickly we find our way, and how many landmarks flash across my memory! But what is this? Is my memory fading? Have all those http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Many Dreams Later!

Manoa , Volume 27 (1) – Sep 29, 2015

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Liye Jaati Hai Kahin Ek Tawaqqo Ghalib. (A certain hope drives me on, O Ghalib!) ghalib A certain hope had brought me here the first time--and with what joy and excitement I had come! I had waited a long time for the opportunity. Naturally, I was very excited and wished I had wings. My desire to visit my basti was intense, but the path refused to reveal itself. I made repeated attempts to go, but always had to turn back at its threshold. I once found a way forward, but an old vagabond dream of mine blocked the path. Again I was forced to turn back. Now, after so many years, I have arrived on the threshold once again with the same hope, the same joy and excitement, and I am on the path to my neglected basti. Well, this time I'm not going to be turned back. A caravan accompanies me, and the shadow of Khwaja Khizr¹ is walking beside me. Also, my basti is not as unforgiving as it was before. How quickly we find our way, and how many landmarks flash across my memory! But what is this? Is my memory fading? Have all those

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Published: Sep 29, 2015

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