Hukum Chand, the magistrate of Monjo Majra, stepped out of his car, took a shower, changed clothes, and lay down on a soft mattress. He closed his eyes, covered them with his hands, and tried to rest his mind after a long tiring day. He could not sleep, his mind didn’t rest, not for even a moment. He got up and poured himself a big shot of Whiskey. It didn’t help either.

I would meet her in the library Where the silence is mandatory We don’t create a wave of pressure We just stare at each other. She is as white as snow of Kashmir How do I compare, I haven’t met Heer Her eyes are as deep as an ocean No wonder she is beautiful, she is from heaven. I didn’t know her name, nor her course The way she looks at me with strong force.

Sometimes, I trace back to my days at St. Stephen’s College. Those good days! One day, I was explaining the special theory of relativity to one of my juniors, who was not from a science background. She had read about the twin paradox and wanted me to explain it. I told her that time slows down when we travel at high speed. “What do you mean by ’time slows down?

\ ਪੂਰੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਆ, ਇਹਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਕਮੀਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਿਸੇ ਗਲ ਦੀ ਇਸਤੋਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਕੋਈ ਸ਼ਿਕਾਯਤ, ਲਗੇ ਪਿਆਰੀ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਇਹ ਚਲਦੀ। ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿਚ ਪਿਆਰ ਮਿਲ ਜਾਵੇਂ ਤਾਂ ਕਰੀਏ ਸ਼ੁਕਰਾਨੇ ਜੇ ਨਾ ਮਿਲੇ ਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਚੰਗਾ, ਬਿਨਾਂ ਵੀ ਚਲਦੇ ਜਮਾਨੇ ਇਹ ਮਹੋਬਤਾਂ ਦੀ ਗੱਡੀ, ਏਕ ਪਹੀਏ ਤੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਚਲਦੀ। ਜੋ ਹੋਇਆ ਸੋ ਹੋਇਆ, ਹੋ ਹੋਣਾ ਹੈ ਸੋ ਹੋਣਾ ਜੌ ਚਲ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ ਓਹਨੂੰ ਜੀ ਇਹ ਵਕਤ ਮੁੜਕੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਆਉਣਾ ਅੱਜ ਵਿਚ ਜੀਣਾ ਸੀਖ, ਛੱਡ ਦੇ ਫ਼ਿਕਰਾਂ ਕਲ ਦੀ!