An actress from a sheltered background in Karachi is forced to grow up fast on the set of her first major TV show where the real intrigue takes place off-screen.įrom one of Pakistan's most exciting young writers comes an exhilarating, audacious debut story collection upending traditional notions of identity, scrutinising the relationship between power and desire, and fizzing with energy and wit. A radicalised student's preparations for his sister's wedding in Lahore involve beating up the groom. A glum divorcee reaches out to his American neighbour. A young heiress embarks on a secret affair, ending in devastation but not for the party who was braced for it. And while they focus on characters changing in a changing society, there is a timelessness about Sethi's work that I think comes from her precise observations that a reader will remember like lines of poetry, for their beauty' Kiran DesaiĬhildhood best friends decide to marry in order to keep their sexuality a secret. 'Fresh, intelligent, and bold: Mira Sethi's stories open up fascinating slices of contemporary life in Pakistan' Mohsin Hamid 'Complex, delicate stories, alert both to the comic and the tragic. I couldn't put this book down because I'd been welcomed into the most intimate parts of these characters' lives' Rupi Kaur What are your views on the story? Have your say in the comments’ section below.'Are You Enjoying?' is emotional, equally hilarious, and gutting. Here’s wishing Mira and Bilal a life of togetherness filled with an abundance of love and contentment galore. *continued in comments* ?Ī post shared by Mira Sethi on at 12:50am PST We biked across the desert at night, our cycles glowing with fairylights. We went to a festival in the desert and slept under the stars. We travelled together to Lisbon, Brussels, Amsterdam, New York, Islamabad, Reno, San Francisco. A post shared by Mira Sethi (thi) on at 12:50am PST After being engaged for a while, the couple just tied the knot this weekend and Instagram has been flooded with images of the bride and groom, of the wedding and of Ali Sethi (who even performed for his sister’s big day). That night, I curled up next to him and we watched a show on Netflix. Sitting across from him in Cosa Nostra, this time not very hungry because my body was clenched with affection and interest, I listened. The conversations veered from TV shows to politics to "plan for the day?" The few times we met before he left for DC, he talked openly about his regrets and hopes and dreams. He used the heart emoji unselfconsciously, as a friend might. Max was all over him.? A few days later Bilal lost his mother to pneumonia (she'd had Parkinsons for a decade), and it was a wrenching, difficult time. Bilal dug his hand inside Max's mouth and pulled out a sharp branch. Later, we sat in the garden of my house and played with Max. In between licking mutton kunna gravy from my fingers, I found myself answering his questions with an openness and ease I hadn't encountered in myself in a long time. Bilal asked what I'd been upto: he nodded across the table and asked gentle, probing questions. ? A few days later we were at Spice Bazaar, and it was suddenly cold again. We vaguely agreed to meet for dinner sometime. But we never looked each other up, never bumped into each other in that tiny cobbled town.) ? Almost a decade later, we met in Lahore on a warm February evening. (Weirdly enough, Bilal and I overlapped at Oxford in 2008-he was doing his PhD, I was spending my junior year abroad.
I'd known this curly-haired dude all my life - in the way you know your parents' friends' kids - but we'd never sought each other out. In the spring of 2017, a tall, funny, curly-haired dude walked into my life.
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