I always did like that picture. I don't think I was five yet, and certainly not pleased with the idea of having pictures taken of myself but now, 14-15 years on, I'm glad these pictures exist. That's me, in all my thick-pig-tailed glory, in front of my old house in Lahore, a house I … Continue reading Short note – growth and wanderlust
There's been so much happening that it's easier to make a big post filled with a lot of little things than one large disjointed post. I've been in Dubai for the past couple weeks and am slated to be back in Boston around 2:30pm EST on the 2nd of January. I legitimately cannot believe it's … Continue reading Assorted thoughts over winter break
Right now, it's the 22nd of September. I moved to Boston on the 20th of August, a little more than a month ago; in four days, it'll have been a month since I moved into Northeastern. So much has happened since I moved to this city: I met up with old friends, finally met a … Continue reading Short note: Reflection
Home is where I hang my hat - and maybe it's the fact that my hats have found perches in various corners of my new bedroom, but I have never felt like an alien in 119 Light Hall. I am greeted by familiar things; my roommate's lacrosse stick; our microfridge deluged by various teas and … Continue reading Update
Thirteen years of school officially ended a few months ago - but today, the next leg of my life is set in stone. For the first time, I don't really have many words, but I'll try to be as eloquent as possible regardless because I think this does garner a little speech. I went to school today … Continue reading UPDATE OF THE BEST KIND
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with need for Boston. I can’t sleep, even though I’m fatigued, I can’t rest though I need rest. I’m just reinforced with this desire, this all-encompassing motivation to do something, anything that will make me feel as if I’ve secured that part of my future.The fact that I’ve seen Boston for myself - … Continue reading Short Note – Dreaming about Boston
I've always loved November. The promise of cold mornings and nights, of incoming desert winters, the crunchtime in regards to exams, a general nostalgia that lingers in the air. The smell of the beach. The fog over Marina. The signs of which are already so apparent this morning, at 7:30am, in October. My favorite sight … Continue reading Short Note: November
Anyone who has ever spoken to me for more than five minutes knows how much my soul craves a city that I had never in my life seen but which I nonetheless called home. My love affair with this city, with Boston, began a few years ago after having my heart broken by New York … Continue reading Ode to Boston
I'm a terrible judge of time, so it helps that I measure the passage of time in terms of events. For instance, I only allowed myself to get excited about going to America once my history exam (which was the day of my flight by the way) was over and done with. Prior to that, … Continue reading The Great North American Tour – America!
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