Mijwan, The Embroiderer of Dreams

Mijwan, The Embroiderer of Dreams

“God crumbles up the old moon into stars,” they said in his village. Ask the girls of a village in India called Mijwan where Kaifi Azmi grew up and they will tell you it is true. The old moon had dreamed for them. He had dreamed they would be independent little women...
A Starry Starry Life

A Starry Starry Life

My aunt was seventeen when my grandmother thought of arranging a match for her. She was my grandmother’s fourth daughter, a midnight’s child, born at the dawn of India’s birth in 1947. My grandmother had been eight month’s pregnant when she boarded the train in Lahore...
Mastani, the Drink

Mastani, the Drink

It was called the ice-cream-cold-drink for years. Around every corner in Pune this version of an ice cream shake was slurped up. Layers of velvety yumminess, fruity melt-in-your-mouth goodness, translucent pieces of tutti-fruiti, crunchy pistachios and meaty almonds...