The Vaults of Memory
The summer has been packed with exploring Lahore and making documentaries about the hidden treasures of the city. During these meanderings, couplets of various poets have come spontaneously, a contemplative recall of the moment. As I go deeper into the vaults of my memory, almost all the couplets and poems are those that I heard […]
Unfiltered. Unimpressed. Unassuming
Phuppu (our aunt) called me Thameh her derivative of Kamman ji, the nickname she had given me as a kid. My brother Shehzad was Shahji, Chantu Khan, or simply Chants. She also took great pride in announcing that whenever I bit her arm as a child, I would put a towel on it first, a […]