In Bombay's seedy-shiny film world, Manto and his stories are widely read and accepted. But as sectarian violence engulfs the nation, Manto makes the difficult choice of leaving his beloved Bombay. In Lahore, he finds himself bereft of friends and unable to find takers for his writings.
The sun rise, and the sun sets, even though it feels to the contrary. This is a record of time passing when time doesn't pass, yet passes in a swish without you knowing of its passing. The birds haven't been informed of the lockdown. Let them be. Let them not know. Not know of such a thing ever.
Masculinity alone is chaos, but together, you, me and us, we balance the world, together we are the harmony of existence and the symphony of love. Beyond genders and sexes, Masculinity is just the purest of the energy and the force. Beyond the object of hate, it's a chalice of love. We love...
