From the weekend
I so rarely do pictures, but then I so rarely have one of me that I like even a little. Ayesha, of course, always looks amazing. From the snow-bound valima in Raleigh Sunday night:
This was after appetizers but before the reception officially began and before our table frantically came up with rhymes in Urdu for Mansoor’s impromptu poem-slash-speech later that evening. Little did we know that it was going to be a night of poetry, with speaker after speaker taking a few moments to spout some Urdu rhymes.
Ours may have been the clunkiest, but it was also the most boisterous… and as Arif’s dad said, at least Mansoor didn’t sing.