After everything is said and done, a memory remains a treacherous thing…How long does one cling on to the people they’ve lost? How long could I have remembered my grandfather? How long had it been since I forgotten him and my mind began harbouring other things?
Kanza Javed, Ashes, Wine and Dust
family, lahore, literary-fiction, memory, pain, pakistan, subcontinent, women-s-fiction