Sometimes I wonder if I will ever finish reading ‘Buzz Aldrin, What Happened to You in all the Confusion?’  because it seems as though I have been reading this book for so many months now and life is passing me by, others are speeding through all the fantastic books in the world, and all I... Continue Reading →
The sun had just set. I knew because I heard the call to the maghrib prayer. It was still a long time before it would become dark, though. He was walking me home. We passed by a local restaurant we used to frequent during college. I pointed towards it, and we laughed. We spoke about... Continue Reading →
Something is wrong. When I think about it rationally, I convince myself that this is all a figment of my imagination and that I am getting ahead of myself. I’m not a rational person, so when I think about it in my fundamental state - that is instinctive, I have a feeling that something is... Continue Reading →
I saw Beauty and the Beast and I'll say this as quickly as possible - I didn't like it all that much. Then, I went back and saw the original animated movie. And I'll say it again, very quickly - I didn't like that so much, too. So, I finally decided that this fairy tale... Continue Reading →
While I love my Chanel perfume as much as the next girl, I think nothing beats the smell of a freshly baked sweet dish, specially one that has vanilla essence. When I took out the tray of bread and banana pudding today, the house was filled with a mirth that one could touch in the... Continue Reading →
Number 4 on my list of things I don't like are these people who meet you after a long period of time and they spend the first ten minutes telling you everything that's wrong with your body or your appearance. I mean, if I want to know all my appearance flaws, I'll just go to... Continue Reading →
This morning I woke up and recalled the dream I had. I was in a foreign land. The runway met the city without any barriers. I walked out of the plane and into the (clean) streets. I stayed in a house from where I could see the square which had a large fountain in the... Continue Reading →
Somehow I get the feeling that this year, I must spend a lot of my time reading poetry. And I must do it with physical copies of books. In English, of course, and if I can manage it, in Urdu as well. However, my reading is very slow this year. I've just finished the third... Continue Reading →
About a year and a half ago, someone recommended that I read Dozakhnama by Ravishankar Bal. Read Dozakhnama, they said. It's a conversation between dead Manto and dead Ghalib, they said. I bought myself a copy, but I was dismayed on seeing that the poetry of Ghalib interspersed in the novel was printed in Urdu... Continue Reading →
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