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The digitalized era has deprived us of many small and simple fascinations that we used to enjoy till four five decades ago.   One of these enthrallments was a rhythmic tick … tick … tick of pendulum clocks. At the age of six, and being the only child of my parents, I was all alone in the house to rule my world of toys and not allowed to go out to play with the street kids for longer times. So, I fell victim to indulging in my own wishful fantasies and pendulum clocks were my chums and buddies of total solitude. Sometimes I wanted to take down a clock to place it among my characterized toys to watch them closely.  I never expressed this kiddish desire to my mother for fear of admonition.  I had created characters of my own choice; both friends and rivals except the clocks.  It never occurred to me to tag them with some names like toys.   My mother would say "Look at the clock, when it strikes the hour, your play-time would end".  We had two...

by Saalik Siddikki adamxaad@gmail.com - - - - - - - - Yesterday I watched a young boy desparately trying to make a paper plane to fly but in vain. I had an urgency but his gloomy face compelled me to stop and help him solve the most difficult quiz of his age. - - - - - - - - I taught him to transform a simple plane out of an A4 size paper. The moment he saw the plane floating in the air brought a broad grin on his face. - - - - - - - - In actual fact, I have lately been passing through (rather resisting) the process of a severe nervous breakdown using my strongest power tool of positive thinking. And tell you what the child's grin made my day and relieved me of the irritant feelings for a couple of hours. - - - - - - - - I continued my travel to downtown, accomplished the necessary tasks and went to Jinnah Bagh (previously Lawrence Garden and one of my favourites in Lahore) to refreshen myself by taking pictures of amazing trees. Photography is my passion. - - - - - - - ...