• Oh, For The Love of Foundation!

    “Lekin, this will make you look daaark!” She whispered the last word as if it was an oath and she was an 8 year old child. I was bemused.

  • Shut Up Fahad, You Know Nothing: are you a ‘real’ Pakistani?

    I’ve kissed a boy in my garden, under the pitch black mantle of night, and giggled with my sister all night afterwards. I’ve had my heart broken and put back together in the arms of this city. This has been my Lahore.

  • Hi, could I return some of this freedom?

    I never said it was because my parents were worried I would be murdered or kidnapped; I just shook my head and said, sorry I have a family dinner to get to or maybe next time? I have to finish up some homework. I didn’t want them to think my parents were insane, or you…

  • Super Brown Girls, You Have No Future

    Aunties don’t like our butts, they don’t like our boobs, and they don’t like our blemishes. A well endowed girl is vulgar, a well made up one is a slut, and tanned girls have no marriageable prospects.

  • Politics = Passion…Pakistani Tales

    Politics…means different things to different people. Or should I say to different nations? Because never have I seen a nation so obsessed, no infused with their political system; where political leaders, discussions and rallies are the backbone of everyday conversations, than Pakistan. In Lahore, you’d be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t know and had something to say

  • Meanwhile, In Lahore… How To Take A Hot Shower

    It was 8 pm, as I walked over to the kitchen in my extra woolly socks. A freezing windy Monday night, like the others before it. So curse my luck, for needing a shower just then. However, as always there was no gas and therefore no hot water in the house. As usual. And so

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Full On Falooda

    My favourite thing ever, in Lahore, is the falooda. Its a really icy cold, ice creamy treat made up of cold noodles at the bottom, topped with sweet creamy khoya and dunked in it, are one or two kulfis (local ice creams). Syrups and other candies can be added to your liking, and overall you need a spoon and

  • Meanwhile, In Lahore…The One Time We Want Gas

    36 hours, 24 to go. The countdown is being ticked off with not a few bitter comments. So, the Pakistani government has decided that we’ve had too much fun cooking for ourselves, bathing in hot water, and lighting heaters to keep our shivering selves warm. To the government, these are inexcusable luxuries, almost. Never mind

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Night Magic

    If you ask me, there’s something about winter nights in Lahore. Summer nights have their own enchantments, but winter nights invariably are the magical ones. The ones where you feel something in the very air. Here, winter nights smell like muted jasmine, pink tea, cardamom, and the soft wool of quilts that have been stored in closets the

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Meet Your 60 Year Old Husband

    I have a housekeeper, who has become somewhat of a close friend. To respect her privacy, I’ll call her Fee here. Fee has a bright sunny personality, isn’t afraid of hard work, and comes from a tiny village just outside Lahore, whose name I can’t spell. Recently she told me how her younger 13 year

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Too Much Heart For One Sex

    Around 2 PM today, I found a woman outside my gate. Eyebrows perfectly threaded, vivacious red lipstick, and a purple dupatta surrounding her black hair like a misty cloud. On closer inspection however, I saw the tell tale giveaways. The broad shoulders, too wide to be entirely feminine, the lips too rugged to sit on

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore

    It’s 11.51 AM exactly, and the weather outside is wonderful, as only weather in Lahore can be, towards the end of November. Its not too sunny, not too windy, and not too cold. I could go out and lie down, sleep or dream or read in the grass, all without the threat of getting a

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