Paradise Tea Shoppe

well hira
i read that ´youth without borders´,and i thought of u as a reasonable human being...
what was this,by the way,all about!!!
too philosophiocal for a poor sould like me....do excuse my naïveté.
regards
waseem

Re: irfanhamid: i am sure the writer meant the other kind of mushy mushy, schmaltzy love that can go sour, turn into hate...you know, the routine...about your hatred for Ariel Sharon and the likes...well that is in a league of its own...not applicable here...

Would someone please care to explain to me WHAT this article is about? Lyallpur, tea, coffee, love or hate? Is there a deeper signification I failed to pick up?

As for only being able to hate someone you love, nothing could be farther from the truth. This is only a naïve and girlish notion that seeks to narrow down the meaning of hate to the same band as love (or more precisely love rejected, or turned sour). I hate Ariel Sharon, hate him from the core of my heart for what he has done and is doing, I hate those Israeli soldiers who kill women and children. But there was never a time when I was in love with either.

One thing I liked in this story is the mention of Lyallpur, instead of the lately circumsized ``Faisalabd``. I have fond memories of the city as I had my early schooling there. So where exactly is the Paradise Tea Shoppe? Around Ghenta Ghar or in Jhang Bazaar near the archaic Regal Cinema?