One little trick I use on my mum is sing a line or a stanza from a ghazal or a song she likes while she is cooking and leave. She goes around the house singing in her sweet, Hindustani- classical trained voice, chirping for next 2 hrs. It's like my home comes to life! What a joy! I inherited this love for Urdu poetry from my mother and unfortunately enough, not her voice (that doesn't prevent me from singing anyway). I certainly can't write because of so many rules for it. You see, it requires special talent to look at the world in most basic forms and metaphorize with something completely different. Like here, the poet calls himself as useless as a handful of dust,'musht-e-gubaar', Irshaad!! na kisī kī aañkh kā nuur huuñ na kisī ke dil kā qarār huuñ jo kisī ke kaam na aa sake maiñ vo ek musht-e-ġhubār huuñ -Muztar Khairaabadi Rekhta offers an excellent database for Urdu related things- especially the dictionary! Yes! Being a native Hindi speaker, I...