“Heartsick for the promise of a new world,” Bhutto writes, the runaways seek to shed the vestiges of personalities that the society places on them.
I once rented an apartment, that earlier belonged to someone else. Someone who loved lavender, as the walls of the living room indicated, Someone who liked the morning sun pour onto their bedroom sheets, While the window lay curtain less
Love is normal. So are the ones not understanding it.
Motichoor laddoos and dissent Waking up to fresh rain and rumbling windows as the thunder cracked through the clouds. Eyes winking open to the grey skies, gently nudging to one’s senses that it was past 6.30 am. The gurgling rush of
The length of my hair A day prior to Eid is always chaotic at home. Every painting on the walls is readjusted, while high school medallions are wiped as new. The kitchen is never quiet — pressure cooker whistles while boiling milk
At some point in our lives, most of us have dealt with anxiety, or simply put – the hesitation in interacting with a group of people. These could be situations at work, in social circles or even within families that
Veil by Rafia Zakaria is an important read for the times we live in. It is an enlightened study, and does not simply make overt arguments around a subject that has been grappled by politicians, intellectuals, and journalists alike. Rafia
“What time will you be free tonight,” asked Dad one day last month. “Sometime around 7 pm,” I promptly responded. Few minutes later, I check his WhatsApp window -Typing..stopped. Typing..stopped. Typing..stopped. The fourth time Dad began typing, my heart started
Stories out of my reach. Too many, too soon. ∞ I chase them. In sleepy mornings. Or tireless afternoons. ∞ Holding a pen, I write ferociously. Thoughts that float like ideas. Beholden forever in my limbic. But lost in the