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
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?
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
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
...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…
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
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