Stories set inside the thirteen gates of old Lahore.
Two families, one rooftop, and a bundle of unsigned letters that could ruin everything before Eid.
A widow inherits a bindery and a ledger of books that were never collected.
Short poems for the first week of monsoon, one for each of the city’s gates.
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