By Suhail Akram
He had even engraved her name on his wrist. There was a gossip that he is mad about this tall girl from his neighbourhood, but no one thought that he would go to the extent of poisoning himself of some medical drug overdose. I had seen this girl hop around my Grandma’s place quite a number of times.
That was my Cousin Gulzar, in some distant chapter of his secret life.
I was introduced early to the world of private tuition by him. I have a faint memory of that day when I accompanied him, a group