Remembering the last Bohemian and beat poet of Lahore
If I were to tell Zahid Dar I didn’t want to write his obituary, he would understand. He understood the value of not writing if one didn’t want to. Or not speaking every time one was asked to; or becoming aloof while sitting in a crowd; or not existing to work or working to exist as everyone else did.
But he is dead and here we are. Left with memories of a life that must be recalled, celebrated, what else. Intizar Husain took no chances: Dar could outlive him and not give him the opportunity to write a befitting tribute, so he wrote a sketch,