Sidewalks swarm with women wrapped in black, men draped in white, and a rainbow of harmony in between.
This Dar embraces.
A luminous moon pulls swollen tides onto rocky shores while residents revel in weekend freedom.
This Dar celebrates.
A briny perfume lingers in the air like the inherited memory of ancient ship holds.
This Dar remembers.
Excerpt from ‘This Dar’ by Amy Gautam