Skip to main content



#MetroDiary 46: When Mandi House Cried Tears!

It was exactly 6.37 PM in the clock when Mandi House dropped a few tears on my cheek! At first I was a little taken aback thinking if it was I, myself finally doing what I wanted to do for long. That is, crying out loud after getting out of an overcrowded compartment in the peak summer and half-breathing, half-choking in the tobacco- chewing,  cigarette-smoking, dousing in deodorant smells from lifted arms all around, and still surviving somehow! It was a particularly difficult day given my cold. I was almost thankful someone cried along! I could understand the pain of Mandi House. The handloom wearing, Nazakat and Jashn e Audh smelling Mandi House, turns into a sweaty, smelly, fat one oozing people from everywhere in this hour! Who would not cry at that predicament. I am glad it found me to share its pain!  Cold, by the way, is the worst thing you can have in summer anyway! A cold! Nazla.. my Urdu Teacher gave me the word for it a few months ago. I so wish I could have a nozzle

Latest Posts

#MetroDiary 45: Creating a World of One's Own

#MetroDiary 44: Market, Metro, and the Month of March

#MetroDiary 43: The Most Happening Day of The Week

#MetroDiary42: The Season of Love

#MetroDiary41: I never lie

#MetroDiary40: Holiday Season

#MetroDiary 39: This Too Shall Pass

#MetroDiary 38: Dropping Off/Running out

#MetroDiary 37: Festivals and Agnostics in the Metro

#MetroDiary 36: Games people play