My first memory: the TV blinked on, and so did I. It glowed. On screen, a man reached for his beloved in an alley plastered with Bollywood posters.
Most of the time I am trying to prove people wrong. Living in the United States, well-meaning people question my memories. Like a CD with a scratch, I explain on repeat how movies and Kit Kat influenced my life as much as someone growing up in the U.S. I want to show that I have connections to those same things, and therefore I can have a connection to you, that we can meet as two humans with memories that are twisted and twined.
Being Pakistani in the U.S., my art is to reach with one hand like the man in the movie. The other is poised over the shutter of my camera; I wait for you to reach back.