Experience. Challenges, failures, and successes – all culminate into experiences that shape our decisions. These experiences are extremely potent; to the extent that they can color our perspective on a number of important things. Some experiences can alter our moral fibre; others can reinforce the preliminary truths that have been ingrained in us since childhood.…Read More
Upon resuming activity on the blog, I thought it best to start the party with this poem (part-wish/part-realization). This is My Life by William Stanley Braithwaite To feed my soul with beauty till I die; To give my hands a pleasant task to do; To keep my heart forever filled anew With dreams and wonders…Read More
It was supposed to a quick stop. In and out. A check-in. Basically a #keepingupwiththeKhans in lieu of the Joneses. Plus, we didn’t have any other plans this Saturday night. We trooped into Lahore Eat with minimal expectations and maxing out on comfy shoes. To our collective surprise, the open-air stadium ground was well-kept, there…Read More
You *must* have eye-rolled at this fairness cream ad by now. It depicts a father-daughter duo jogging in a park when the father pitches a potential suitor who has EVERYTHING a young girl could desire ‘a good job, his own house, well-settled’. Since this is a fairness cream commercial, based in India but also shown…Read More
“What advice do you have to offer someone who is just starting out? The biggest piece of advice I would give to aspiring writers is: if you’re writing, then you’re a writer. You don’t need anybody’s permission to start living your dream; the only person’s permission you need is your own. It’s your decision to…Read More
If you just lean in a bit, lemme put these headphones on you. Comfy? I can watch the Silver Linings Playbook a hundred times. I have already watched a couple hundred already. That’s what playing in the background as I type this. What is the movie about? It’s about loyalty. Figuring out that your best people are not…Read More
Listening to a Bollywood soundtrack was where I first discovered the 15th century Sufi mystic-traveler-poet Kabir.
Who was this restless soul? I wondered as words remained heavy in the air. A mysterious figure who resists all bonds; to whom even the shadows beckon in urgency. Can anyone really be so free? The question remained unanswered and life carried on.
The time has come. Loosen your grip on the railing. The days of watching every Sarah, Tom, and Mary rise out of obscurity from the sidelines are over. You applaud, you “like”, and you sulk in the