When I walk these ways in your alma mater and your home-town, I seldom remember that I am stamping on the footprints left by you as a student and a daughter of this soil.
When you toil sleepless nights to comfort, lullaby and groom my daughter, I, this thankless soul, afford these huge liberties of professional and personal life
From the free-person, the artist and the designer whom I met, the sincere lover in the long courtship days between Nikkah and Rukhsati, the dotting wife who keeps tab on every breath of her-impulsive husband, to the over-bearing and hypochondriac mother with the umbilical cord tying her heart with her Ain's heart, you Labeeba Kothur has gone through a tough fast-paced roller-coaster journey after I spoke to you first on March 8, 2015.
An ode to you , my better half- Ghazal-e-Shareek-e-Hayat!
