yagan wakht, zendagi shirin ast

We trekked out to Bagh-e-Babur again on a sunny Saturday, through neighborhoods yet to recover from the brutal pounding they endured during the war. The garden was lovely, rose bushes about to burst into bloom. We picnicked on naan, hummus, kebabs, and fruit. And afterward sat for a spell in the chaikhana, where 30 Afs will buy you several cups of cardamom-infused green tea, and a plate of sweets.


life is sweet, sometimes