Living in this city, you developed a certain relationship with violence and news of violence: you expected it, dreaded it, and then when it happened, you worked hard to look away from it, because there...

You see, my son, a city is all about how you look at it…We must learn to see it in many ways, so that when one of the ways of looking hurts us, we can...

We must learn to see it in many ways, so that when one of the ways of looking hurts us, we can take refuge in another way of looking. You must always love the city.

Her definition of romance was absentminded intimacy, the way someone else’s hand stray to your plate of food.I replied: no, that’s just friendship; romance is always knowing exactly where that someone else’s hands are. She...

If we had more reliable systems of law and governance perhaps our friendship would be shallower.

I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi...

How do you eat your roots?

All around us, Karachi kept moving

It all fell away then – the control, the independence . . . everything. She had known it would never be easy to findsolitude . . . to find herself. Not in this city, where...