Chalee Bhi Ja, jarsay gul kee sada par NaseemKahin tou kafla -e- Nau bahar theray ga Translation: “O wind – go when the song of the flower buds call out to you….The Caravan of Spring will stop somewhere” Spring and Celebration. Flying kites and dancing in the fields. Drinking cold lassi and eating hot buttered…
Hot Chai. Crispy Brown Samosas. "Don't forget the chutney". Mom calls out. The smell wafts through the house. I know this is coming when the first drops of rain fall on the parched ground. The mud gives off this hard-to-describe smell. In Karachi, the city where I grew up, rains are scarce. And when it…
Ugly. Horrible. This was giving them shudders. Shriekkkk. Another scream. They were at the new Fantasy Adventure that had just opened in the Mall. Hearts racing. Sweat dripping. This was getting a bit too much to handle. There were strange noises. And even stranger creatures jumped out at them. This was more than they had…
Sweltering heat. Humidity. Shouts echo as the Supervisor urges everyone to hurry up. Aching shoulders. Sweat shines on his brow. He is lugging heavy stones. Digging. Working hard. But the weight of his life is even harder. Is there a way out of this human mess he finds himself dealing with? And then. When it…
'I want to go out and play', says Bandanna. 'But there are humans out there. You can't. You Shouldn't' says Mom. 'But I am so cute. No human will want to hurt me. I do really want to go out and play'. Bandanna pleads on. Sternly Mom responds, ' humans are strange creatures - can't…
A kaleidoscope of vignettes 