Ishq Tilism

This is the story of Itran of Tilismpur, a woman whose body flowed with letters. Her life encompassed wondrous cities, charming people, and so much love that it held her hand across lifetimes, across many dimensions. Itran believes that love is the turning point that determines whether her life will be complete or not. Itran says, Love is like a Jackson Pollock painting. Modern art. Abstract. Everyone sees different things in it. Some simply dont understand it, and some think theres nothing more overpriced and overhyped than this nonsense in this world.Itran ruled over everyones hearts, but the government only called him Rudra. Friend, philosopher, angel. Catalyst of superstitions, the one who conveyed all of Itrans wishes to God. He planted stories, poems, and the wanderlust of cities in Itrans heart. At Itrans insistence, he would teach her how to wheelie, and when she got hurt, he would laugh first, then bandage her wounds. He was the addressee of almost all of Itrans letters.Moksha, the cloud-colored man, who boiled potatoes very well, roasted beans, made coffee, and wrote heartbreaking letters. He had the perfect poem for every occasion. In the city of desires, he would offer Itrans share of fragrant red roses at Khusros tomb. When she got hurt, he would happily recite Brechts, Whats left of kisses, wounds, however, leave scars. Moksha, whose shoulder would carry the scent of goodbyes.When Moksha left, Itran built a city of unfulfilled desires, an alternate world. The city didnt want to die, because it believed love was timeless and the city, immortal.Ishq Tilism is a nomadic tale, wandering across many dimensions in an effort to complete itself. Here, theres a place to stay. The reader is urged to read this tale leisurely, hoping youll be captivated by its spell for a long time.