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I'm in Lahore these days, spending some time with my grandparents. It's been a while since I was last here and almost nothing seems to have changed. The streets are swimming with mangoes, the walls with geckoes. The heat is exactly as I remember it, precise and severe, hanging in thick swathes of humidity. Two days into my arrival and friends started coming in with gifts of food. A neighbour sent over my favorite sandwiches. A pair of cousins dropped by with an ice-cream cake. Going for a drive in the evening reveals familiar scenes, an entropy of mules and buses, beggars and rickshaws and the still night air embroidered by friable Punjabi tempers. Lahore lahore hai.
