A love letter to my city.

Every city needs a love letter. Some are poetic and some photographic.

My photographs are a love letter to the city I was born in (Quetta) and the city I live in now (Karachi). When you move to a city that is a complete opposite to the city you were born in, there is always that feeling of nostalgia, only then can you grasp just how much this city means to you. There were moments and experiences on my walks that made my heart swell and I was in a deep longing for a place that is unidentifiable, but somehow familiar and indicative of what could be identified as home.

What lies ahead. The Other side. Interval Roads that take you away from home to a home. When the mountains echoed. Transition. Thoughts of the past. Where my heart lies.