A diary entry: rain and clichés

Since the last two days, it’s been raining in Karachi. It’s a certain kind - rarely soft, and mostly loud. It brings with itself thunder and lightning, slams down onto the metal roofs, crashes its way into houses that are too weak to resist the constant downpour. A day ago, my family – all four … Continue reading A diary entry: rain and clichés



Religion Used to drive a wedge between two good friends - Not the usual story But now made a commonplace, bitter rivalry - Nights Peaceful as they were, turned into chances for war. Never did this happen Now there was no peace - strange times. - Ram Turned into a violent man, no longer your … Continue reading 1947