So if I’m really busy, I can’t hear the rickshaws outside. Don’t get me wrong, I love rickshaws, my kids cry if we call for the Uber cars instead of the Uber rickshaws. They consider the trips pure fun. I’m not talking about the rickshaws actually. This is all about stark contrast. Despite the age… Continue reading A Pakistani Illusion
Home is where the heart is… What a cliche. I never realised it was possible to be lulled into stagnation. I have never lived in one place long enough to really feel a sense of permanence. I broke the record though. I have been moving from house to house and city to city for as… Continue reading Where is home?