From Patras Bhokari's letter to his son.
Zindagi Se Darte Ho by Noon Meem Rashed from Zia Mohyeddin Reads.
The Human Condition.
‘I mourn for you Paris, because you are stuck between two of the most destructive forces in the world. Your attackers include terrorists and your supporters comprise of ignorants. A beautiful city like you does not deserve such ugly luck but due to our collective ignorance, we have already allowed many beautiful cities to be reduced to ashes since the start of this century.
Bon courage, France and bon courage, World.’
Sinful sundaes for dreadful Mondays or cookie shots for post four am awakenings. An iced latte or cappuccino. Maybe Afgani eggs or burrito wraps. But Vintage, Bakeshop & Cafe.
Racing waves? Wavethon. noun: contest in which waves compete with each other to see who can travel for the longest amount of time.)
Could you gather cheese toasts and binoculars, navigators and atlas? ‘What are we looking for?’ ‘But what are we looking at?’
Benedict Cumberbatch: Can’t Keep It Inside (August Osage County)
‘Now is going to be a nicer yesterday.’ Departures to a wider wonder.
'Towards the Sea and a cup of Tea, With Love, From Mutualities.'
Vintage Bakeshop & Cafe. Keep sending over those cheesecakes.
Best wishes to you, creative duo.
‘...produces paralysis rather than liberation...’
I photographed the old photographs. Today around clinging to the people we have been, seizing joy as joyous it must have been. This one is of the cousin with warm brown streaks and chubby rosy cheeks. The last minute partner in roadtripping from early 2000s.
Discourse 44 from Maulana Rumi’s Fihi Ma Fihi. (A. J Arberry Translation)