Rain is truly one of the wonders of nature. From the arrival of the fruit-bearing springtime to the wintery winds of change knocking at our doors, rain is the magic wand swirling behind the seasonal spell.
Poetry and music share an equation that is analogous to that of a heart and mind; one of them throbs while the other thrives. Being fascinated with Persian Sufi poetry and Western classical music has often seen me scouring deep beneath the bottom of the internet-ocean and coming out with pearls undiscovered.
Inside an old house in Saraa-e-Baale Khan, sat a thin, tall man of an unassumed, unconventional temperament on his cheap jute mat under a broken-down roof, sheltered by hay and thatch. Dressed in a simple lungi, he sat in patience and contentment, spending his life like some aloof and carefree dervish. As his tilted cap rakishly fell over one of his eyebrows, he kept staring at an outdated wall ruminating about love, life, and poetry.
‘Be’. Written as (ب) in Urdu Rasm-ul-Khatt, and in (ब) Devanagari, it is the second letter of the Urdu alphabets (Huruf-e-Tahajji), and the twenty-third consonant of the Nagari alphabets (वर्णमाला).
Today is National Mathematics Day, celebrated to commemorate the birth anniversary of India’s master-mathematician, Srinivasa Ramanujan. Now that you know that, how about learning a few things about numbers while staying in the world of words? Might as well take out that fear of numbers!
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