The thing about bombings and terrorist attacks is that, after a little while, it’s too easy to divorce an atrocity from the monotony of the day. The horror sits heavy on your skin like a too-thick cocoa-butter moisturizer, and it’s hard to let it sink in. But, with enough time and distraction, you get used … Continue reading The day of and those after
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Voulez-vous bhangra avec moi?
I'm a little annoyed, but I'm also a little sad. And this may be elitist, but I'm Lahori. We can get elitist. But no offense meant, I promise! I get invited to a lot of South Asia-related events on campus, and I can say that I have not been to a single one since I … Continue reading Voulez-vous bhangra avec moi?
Short note – growth and wanderlust
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
The Walled City of Lahore
In lieu of having the time to write an actual blog post, I'm just going to go ahead and put up an essay I wrote about Lahore (naturally) for a class. Edited slightly to turn it from a photo essay that it originally was to a legit essay. Also, disclaimer, any disjointedness in the essay … Continue reading The Walled City of Lahore
Lahore Lahore hai…
...and there's no two ways about it. I often say that my heart is split in three - one part is in Boston, where I left it last summer. One part is, obviously, in my body, where it beats a melancholy rhythm, hoping to be reunited with at least one of its sisters. And the … Continue reading Lahore Lahore hai…
Short Note: November
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
Hometown Glory
There's something about your hometown that'll always hold your heart. It doesn't matter what your relationship with the damned place is - it always holds a piece of you in itself, a piece that you can never get back, for better or for worse. Lahore doesn't just have a piece of me. It has my … Continue reading Hometown Glory
