Penning it down makes it real My sister often reminds me- quite dearly, about how I used to show up at her university, steal her wallet, eat and sit for hours. She reminds me quite often, about how I always wanted to come to her. About how I could not…

A fictional story based on the WNRS game. None of this represents real life and all similarities between real life and the characters is a pure coincidence. I’m lying, all of this is true. Out of the 7.6 billion people in the world, the average person knows 600 and I…

A made up memory with the man who I am very grateful for. — Every Sunday morning without fail my grandfather would show up at my house with a new recipe in hand and groceries to bake something. While my entire family slept, ‘Nana’ and I would be dancing to Frank Sinatra, usually covered in flour from the mess we would create. Around noon…

(thoughts @ 2am) I guess all I’m trying to wrap my head around, is the fact that life does not stop. It doesn’t stop when you go through a debilitating heartbreak, or when your mum dies or even if your cat died when you were six. However much I make myself out to…

Kamila’s Karachi Waves crashing across the shore, Tiptoeing on the sand, the edges of my shalwar spotted with sand, wet and crusty against my skin. Grabbing a bhutta, we smile; we’re engulfed in the warmth- the sun, the sand and the toasty bhutta. I step out of the jacuzzi, the cold hits…

When that one friend is still the most important to you, but all you have left is memories You still remember: The way they like their chai, always extra sugar at the bottom (chai in the cheeni, not cheeni in the chai). The way the two of you listened to…