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.14/06/2017.
"In the heat of a summer afternoon, churches are the only refuges, dim and cool, spots swarming across floors I want to stay in these churches for hours; I want to take off my shirt and lie on the marble, my chest against the stone, and let the perpetual dusk drift over me"
Yeh dil kab ishq ke qabil raha hai/ kahan isko dimagh-o-dil raha hai? (When has this heart been capable of loving?/ when has it had the intelligence [to play the game] of love, this heart of mine?)
Funny that I read this chapter on Father's day. Thank you for comforting me, pretty book.