There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you..

How to explain to the earth that it was more functional as a vegetable patch than a flower garden, just as factories were more functional than school….

How do you eat your roots?.

The world won’t get more or less terrible if we’re indoors somewhere with a mug of hot chocolate,’ Kim said. ‘Though it’s possible it will seem sligh….

I'll fall.' 'You wont fall.' 'I'll fall. I'll fall and I'll die.' As I said it, I could see it happening. The foot stepping on air, pulling the rest ….

Difficult but worth it-- that's how my mother had once describe life with Omi..

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; ….

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?.

They adore you beacause they think you offer up your friendship and ask for nothing in return. But that's not true-' He took a deep breath. 'You do a….

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same..

The truths we conceal don't disappear Raheen, they appear in different forms.

Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call “I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and….

Can I ask you a personal question"? Of all the rhetorical questions in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its simultaneous gestu….

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education..

When you can be this, why are you ever anything else? - Broken Verses.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a br….

Pride! In English it is a Deadly Sin. But in Urdu it is fakhr and nazish - both names that you can find more than once on our family tree..

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay ….

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?.

If I wasn't me, you wouldn't be you..

Love is like an eternal flame, once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time..