I drew a portrait, And called myself an artist. When I did not have time to draw anymore, Did I become any less of myself? This skin shedding, This habit leaving. This growing up, This looking back, The self is here. Oh, but look! The self is missing from itself again. I misplaced […]
Author Archives: Maria Azim
The author is a recent medical school graduate from Lahore, with a penchant for historical fiction, poetry, and samosas at all hours of the day.