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ماھوار ”امرتا“ ميگزين شمارو نمبر 134 نومبر 2023

ھن شماري ۾ ولي رام ولڀ جي وڇوڙي تي مختلف عالمن، اديبن ۽ ليکڪن جا لکيل مضمون ۽ تاثر شامل آھن، ان کانسواءِ ولي رام ولڀ جو انٽرويو پڻ شامل آھي. ڦلواڙي ۾ ديوِي ناگراڻي، روبينہ ابڙو، سائينداد ساند، آخوند عباس، ناشاد شوڪت شنباڻي، فدا جوڻيجو، حُميرہ نُور، عنايت تبسم، آزاد خاصخيلي، عبدالرحيم ’عبد‘ ڪنڀر، فرهاد جروار، مونس رضوي، وسيم حيدر کوسو ۽ ليلا رام جي شاعري شامل ڪيل آھي. ان کانسواءِ ڪھاڻيون، فيچر، اڪبر سومري جي ناول جو چوٿون باب، ھوش درد جو تنقيدي مضمون، ڪتابن تي تبصرا ۽ ٻيو مواد شامل آھي.

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My Nanu…My Inspiration : Rahul Chhabria [Grand Son]

Its difficult to say things about nanu, that have not yet been said before. He was a brilliant writer, thinker, and literary. He contributed significantly to the corpus of various languages and of various peoples here in Sindh, in Pakistan and the world. He was a loving father and mentor. My parents, uncles and aunts, brothers and I have all learned more from him than we could recount. We have shared experiences that cannot be matched, that deserve to be cherished and remembered fondly, forever. And he was a kind, thoughtful and witty person. He always welcomed us (his grandchildren) with open arms, he would tell us stories about his life and attentively listen to ours, he would revel in our achievements and help us think through our challenges and hurdles. We knew we always had a friend in our loving nanu. He would crack jokes and tease and laugh heartily sharing humor and lessons in equal part.
He was also my knowledgeable guide into the places I am from. I remember when I was a little boy, clutching onto my nanu’s hand and trying to keep up with his long stride with my stubby legs as he led me to my favorite place in the city: the pedestrian bridge over Cantt station. He’d stand beside me as I watched the trains go by, musing about the world, teaching me about the people we would see and answering my nearly infinite questions patiently.
As a I grew older, we went on more adventures together. I remember one time he brought me along on his way to meet people, procure books for his school. We stopped at a restaurant in the city and had Lahori fish (my first time). This must have been more than 25 years ago now, but I still remember the high chessboard ceiling with the fan blades spinning sluggishly on a long rod. I still remember the people scurrying around us, serving, arriving, leaving. I remember the seasoning on the fish and my nanu talking about our agenda for the day, the school and everything else in between. I remember our talks fondly, like humorous stories shared among friends. I guess some memories stay with you.
Its difficult to say things about nanu that have not been said before. He inspired me to read, learn and observe but he also showed me my city and our adventures shaped me into who I am. I will cherish those memories and they will go everywhere with me. Every time I share a story about nanu it will be with a smile and the memory of adventures shared, stories told and a nice, hearty laugh.