“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness, that is the purpose of life. Incongruously, its value lies in having imparted that lesson." "In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was fraught with the fears of being broken midway, lost and never found again.” Diverse CharactersSouth Asian LiteratureSouth Asian WriterDiverse ReadsPakistani Fiction In English Book:This House of Clay and Water Source: This House of Clay and Water
“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness, that is the purpose of life. Incongruously, its value lies in having imparted that lesson. Bhanggi” Contemporary FictionSouth Asian LiteratureSouth Asian WriterPakistani FictionPakistani NovelTragic Novel Literary Fiction Book:This House of Clay and Water Source: This House of Clay and Water