Born and raised in a country where food sits smack in the center of all life activities, it’s hard to adjust to a palate too different. Pakistan and Sweden, the two countries I fondly call home, are only so close on the dining table as on the map but despite the cross-cultural nuances, food is the incredibly powerful force that firmly holds this diverse planet in place, bringing out the beauty of differences.
I grew up in the beautiful city of Lahore, famous for its love for food. Busy roads are abundantly dotted with street food flowing with a range…
Winter is not my thing.
Born a real-life embodiment of George R.R. Martin’s sweet summer child, I grew up in Pakistan, pampered by the perpetually present sun. Seldom had I encountered a moment of longing for warmth; it was a given.
Not here in Sweden. It’s cold here. All the time.
Truth be told, the first few winters were picturesque, magical even; but the fairy tale didn’t end with a happily ever after for me.
As soon as my body started craving the sun and the plethora of delicious sensations aroused by it, the mind became weary of the inevitable…
My story of how the magical forests of Sweden changed my perspective to life, and catapulted my energy to a new level.
I was born curious. Everyone is. But I was a different shade of curious. Mundane things caught my eye; like the lopsided walk of a child wearing shoes one size too big, the lingering feeling of anxiety after accidentally swallowing a hard candy, the reassuring warmth of mama’s cold hands, the intimidating fragrance of my teacher’s perfume. Fascinating, everything!
My subconscious mind started looking for the subtle irregularities, otherwise oblivious to the untrained eye; and with each discovery…