Gulshan-e-Iqbal (Not Defence)
Massaba, Naved and I are bunking class to sift through telephone directories. This is true. And not contested.

enforced until it wasn’t. Searching until we weren’t. Almost always meeting until we weren’t. And yet Turkish rom-coms were always tolerated.

Kaptaan, inshallah
like a cloud seeded dubai september can talk me into swearing you in myself.
there is a rotation and a half between breaking your fall and everything going back to normal.

where i have never been.

Arre yaar, keya hae? (2014)
glitching the moment skype combusts and the entire eastern grid icebergs into what we had for lunch.

Sock it to me
crazy for you, baby there are 20 seconds of calltime left and the runway is closer to the shore than your uncle’s copper escort will ever be.


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