How do you get out of thinking about “Jab ghulam the to aazadi ka khwab dekhte the, ab aazad hain to kaun sa khwab dekhein?” or “Main toh bas apni kahaniyon ko aaine samjhta hu…jismein samaaj apne aap ko dekh sake”, for example? How do you forget the nonchalantly woven humorous little anecdote of Hameeda and Rashid, while sunbathing in the garden with Safia?
Self and the Other 