O n a Thursday evening in Old Lahore, the courtyard of Data Darbar fills with a familiar blend of sound. A group of qawwals sits under...
W eddings are intimate rites; they are also public spectacle. The recent wedding of Junaid Safdar became both: a family ceremony that quickly...
I once got into a rickshaw in Lahore and the driver began, as many do, by circling the idea of money without quite asking for it. Then he...
This New Year, instead of promising myself a better routine, I’ve chosen a quieter resolution to stop forcing imported ideas of discipline onto a...
I t is a few minutes past 11 in the night when I quite rebelliously decide to leave the house. The errand is banal — I just have to grab a...
The greatest kings may see their castles forgotten, yet Kharak Singh, an heir who never truly ruled, has his haveli remembered today not for power...
Commemorating Nanak’s death anniversary from Lahore’s vantage point
— Image courtesy: Girls at Dhabas. O On a Sunday afternoon in Karachi, Dolmen Mall is a sea of families. Women walk freely,...
How street cricket has become a neighbourhood technology for a city that has no room for neat playgrounds
As sleek vinyl banners roll off digital presses and CGI floods our screens, the hand-brushed billboards seem to be on borrowed time
