Dr Ajaz Anwar recounts how writing a letter for an old man made him realise howscript must have evolved from pictography
Dr Ajaz Anwar writes about the struggles of the bullocks that pulled a cart on the streets of Lahore, managed by an old man “who would stand...
Dr Ajaz Anwar remembers the young Bhiyaji and his wife, who had emigrated from India in the wake of communal riots and taken refuge under a tree on...
Dr Ajaz Anwar recounts a day out with his step- great grandmother from the maternal side, in the Lahore of 1952
Dr Ajaz Anwar recalls memories from his “bus stop days”
Dr Ajaz Anwar on Eena, “my adopted uncle”
Dr Ajaz Anwar recalls the times when “many healthy, strong bulls could be seen leisurely loitering around in the city”; making a special...
Dr Ajaz Anwar sees the city of Lahore as “a conglomeration of cul-de-sacs” where many a lane has dead ends that too have been punctured
Dr Ajaz Anwar argues that unchecked, “rank commercialisation” has pushed up the prices of built property
Dr Ajaz Anwar remembers his friend, Masood Hayat, a painter and newspaper columnist who came from a family of wrestlers
