I don’t know much about numbers.
Those timelines, circles,
the circumstances of diameters.
By Rida Khalid
The wait
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
Handpicked
Misgar
Mindful glances and dizzying views. these roads are many, they lock into each other. weaving...
Sustenance
This series, featuring Hira Mahmood Raja, was shot in Lahore, June 2019. It explores the notion of self-discovery and does so by playing on the elements of water and light.
A Conversation With Fatima Ijaz: The Clash of Different Realities
… in which I tell you about a poet I’ve known for many years, and with whom I’ve had many late-night conversations about life, love, poetry, and the darkness.
Eyes Never Lie
Ishmal Rizwan’s latest series of paintings creates an instantaneous and heady visual dialogue with the viewer.
The best way to silence demons
The best way? Turn them into an audience.
