Feryal Ali Gauhar

The funeral of desire

Night falls, a tattered veil falling limply across the wounded body of this nation. I cannot sleep — much as I try... Updated 23 Feb, 2014 06:35pm

The wasteland

I walked blindly into the narrow passageway carved between the crumbling wall of an abandoned latrine and the ... Updated 09 Feb, 2014 02:33pm

Seasons change

There is something undeniable which happens when seasons change: a palpable shift in the quality of the light... Updated 26 Jan, 2014 03:06pm

North to Jaffna

From the sky the island state of Sri Lanka is a tear-drop in the ocean, its several nations breathing softly besides... Updated 12 Jan, 2014 03:51pm

The fog

It is late. My flight has landed on time despite the mist obscuring the vision on this widowed evening. By the time ... Updated 29 Dec, 2013 11:19am
African sunset

African sunset

In the evening the sky over Cape Town veils itself in vermilion, rust and ochre as the sun sinks into its bed beyond... Updated 15 Dec, 2013 01:41pm

Midnight in Karachi

The drive from the hotel to the studio in Korangi is an uneventful one. We have waited for the Friday protests to... Updated 01 Dec, 2013 05:50pm

The sea is not the ocean

It is raining this evening, dusk subsumed by dark clouds that shelter me from the sun. I have left the conference... Updated 17 Nov, 2013 09:01am

The pale sun of autumn

Seventeen years ago I had sat in the little make-shift studio crammed into a corner of the servant’s quarters at... Updated 04 Nov, 2013 01:34pm

The print makers

This past week I have seen the world from a subterranean space, where a number of diligent young men spend the ... Updated 22 Oct, 2013 02:20pm

Leaf storm

The wind whips up the fine dust of this wasteland, obscuring my vision as I try hard to keep the vehicle on a path... Published 06 Oct, 2013 07:59am