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…
She looked out to the Sky And memories came floating by Some Sweet, Some Bad Some Great, Some Mad They will always go hand-in-hand The Sweet, The Bad, The Great, The Mad So what is she to do? She only wants to hold on tight To the sweet ones, that just feel right Get Cracking,…
Hello Chipmunk. Hello Trees. Hello Trails Green Trail. Yellow Trail. Red Trail Green Trail. Your canopy of leaves with changing colours. Is this like a slice of heaven? Spirits rise. It’s almost a physical sensation. Calm and Serene. Yellow Trail. You show me the beginning of ruggedness. Up and down. Like life You lead me…
‘Have a bomb-blast free Eid’ is one of the Eid greetings I received this time. A rather unusual and sad greeting. With news of skyrocketing inflation, shaky economy, target killings and bomb blasts… it is quite easy to let it all go and slip into a state of depression thinking that your world is going…
A kaleidoscope of vignettes 