Singaar Ko Rehne Do

Do people talk like this anymore? Do we tell each other enough that we love the little things? Do we notice them at all? Do we spend time just watching? Observing? Do we bother to listen beyond just what the other person's saying? Do we stop. Stare. Smile. And say everything without uttering a word?... Continue Reading →

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Ye Ishq Hai

Aren't we all a little about love in one way or another? Even if it's our poison. A recent dialogue that played out in my head: I turned to someone because I was scared and unsure and feeling lost and mustered a lot of courage to say: "I feel nothing." He turned to me and... Continue Reading →

Naya Saal

Nida Fazli said: "दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं जादू का खिलौना है मिल जाए तो मट्टी है खो जाए तो सोना है" But someone very dear to me once told me: "मिल जाए तो मट्टी है, खो जाए तो भी मट्टी है" The more I live, the more I believe in what he told me. Nothing... Continue Reading →

Yariyaan

As the new year unfolds, I couldn't help but look back on how much the relationships I've had over the last few years have shaped who I am. People have walked into my life, without a warning, and changed it. For better, mostly. I've learnt so much in 2016. Twenty sixteen. The year of many,... Continue Reading →

Sanu Ik Pal Chaen Na Aave

I know nothing. Nothing.  Imagine being on a boat. A boat that has no oars. A boat riding on waters that are still. Imagine a sun. A sun that lights up everything it touches. In a sky that's spotless. Imagine a body on that boat, under that sun. Imagine that it has no ties to anything... Continue Reading →

Channa Mereya

'Channa', in Punjabi, means the moon. The Moon. The constant companion of lovers throughout the history of mankind. There was a time once, a very long time ago, when I used to look up at the moon and feel comforted that if nothing else, someone I knew, and I shared this one thing every single night. I... Continue Reading →

Aankh Uthi Mohabbat Ne Angdai Li

Qawalli is magical chaos.  Every time I listen to one, I get confused. Confused. How do they manage to engulf you? Each time? Be it the lyrics or the music or the sheer power in the voice that fills your chest with some sort of warmth and the need to lose yourself. Qawallis are it. They're warm. And rich. And... Continue Reading →

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