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Mad, we are.

Once upon a time a powerful wizard lived in the perimeter of a prosperous empire. He was intellectually crisp and his magical spells were as captivating as the eyes of an enchantress. A few months ago, the wizard had lost the love of his life to a merciless command of this ethically unblemished empire and in despair he vowed to take revenge. His resentment was so strong that he hated every living soul of the kingdom and in order to put his aching heart to rest he placed a magic potion in the well of the region from which all the residents drank. The effect of the potion was believed to be thrilling and whosoever drank from the well would lose his mind. A bruised lover can be a sadist of an unbelievable level! Anyway, the poisoned well was the communal well and the only source of water for the masses and the next morning the entire population drank from it. As expected the first toss down was enough and every face transformed into a canvas of i...

To Murtaza Bhutto's Fatushki!

To Murtaza Bhutto’s Fatushki, Quoting Khushwant Singh, SONGS OF BLOOD AND SWORD is “Written in impeccably beautiful prose...gutsy”. It is! And you, Fatima Bhutto, are a colossal writer. Of course, you don’t need a word for that from someone as ordinary as I am but your Papa, I am sure, would have been extremely proud of your work. You are prolific and that is no surprise. After all, genes are to be inherited!   I think someday we will have a legend of how a wicked master of black magic cursed the Bhuttos of Larkana under an evil spell. Pray! Why would one of the best political dynasties’ of the world be doomed! Acumen, one is in awe of; destiny, one dismays. Written in plain English (one hardly needs a dictionary) SONGS OF BLOOD AND SWORD grasps a reader’s mind and soul and it is difficult to take a break. Just so you know, I kept reading while eating ;-). As a novelist you unquestionably know how to ‘touch a heart and hold it too.’ Thank you for publicizing the letters ...