This year was my eighth Eid away from home. Eight years, and home is still where I travelled thousands of miles away from. At what point does a place become home? Around two decades ago, after I had worked and lived in Delhi for a few years, I had returned from home after an Eid…
UPDATE: This year, I’ve shifted the blog to my primary website www.asifkhan.in. You can view the updates under Projects, or simply by clicking here. 5 years is a long time. When I started this blog in 2011, it was out of a sense of loneliness. Living alone in a big city wasn’t the best…
“Ammi called over one of our phuphis. She said, come over, and help me prepare Iftar. Normally, everyone in the mohalla gets invited over to attend Iftar when it is a child’s roza-kushai. But being constantly wound-up was Ammi’s nature — ‘bahut ulajhti theen woh’ — so she couldn’t tolerate too many people around the house for…
The “baccha” party. Usually found huddled in corners of the mosque before prayers, as whispers and dull thuds during prayers, and scampering exits after prayers.