The hope in black and grey
She gingerly opened the cover and pressed those keys with a glee that hadn’t graced her face for years. There had been nothing or so little to look forward to for all these long years.
The surmedaani of Shamim Begum
As an adult, I often visited my mother on the weekends and every time she saw me without surma, she applied it immediately and always in a typical and familiar manner.
Two friends survived Partition and changed the way Indians drank tea and coffee
They were sternly warned not to bring any belongings, but Kapur held in his pocket a receipt proclaiming that a final shipment for his business was still due to arrive from London to Karachi.