Varisha Tariq

1 week ago | cntraveller.in | Varisha Tariq

The most defining silhouette on the city’s skyline, Lucknow’s Bara Imambara is a beloved city landmark. Its history roots itself in the generosity of Nawab Asaf-Ud Daula. A monument, unlike any other, was constructed not to demarcate the period or its glory, but rather to provide employment to the famine stricken population of Awadh in the 1780s. For locals, the monument is a symbol: of hope, legacy and tenacity.

1 month ago | businessinsider.com | Jennifer Jennifer Goldblatt |Varisha Tariq |Henry Blodget

I was 17 when my youngest sister (not pictured) was born. At times, I felt more like her third parent than a sibling. RichVintage/Getty Images 2025-04-14T10:53:01Z Facebook Email X LinkedIn Copy link Save Saved Read in app This story is available exclusively to Business Insider subscribers. Become an Insider and start reading now. Have an account? . I was 17 when my youngest sister was born.

Feb 2, 2025 | cntraveller.in | Varisha Tariq

My home, Lucknow, the capital of Uttar Pradesh popularly known as the city of Nawabs, is a charming city that is often overlooked on the tourist circuit even though it is only three hours away from the Taj Mahal and a few hours away from Delhi. A city with a culture defined by its leisurely attitude, Mughlai cuisine, chikankari work, and literature, Lucknow is a sufi poet's dream.

Jan 31, 2025 | cntraveller.in | Varisha Tariq

A city of literature, of poetry and the birthplace of seminal works like Umrao Jaan Ada, Lucknow’s history has always been steeped in words; a culture that can be traced back to the 18th century to the time of Nawab Asad-ud-Daula. Recognised as a poet at heart, he often wrote poetry under his pen name, Asif. In his court, he invited and nurtured poets such as Mir Taqi Mir, Mirza Ghalib, Saadat Yaar Khan, Ghulam Hamdani 'Mushafi' and so many more, and built a library of over 30 lakh books.

Dec 12, 2024 | vogue.in | Varisha Tariq

I remember my younger sister being able to pronounce only the first two syllables of my name, dancing with me to Bollywood songs and sleeping between my parents while I slept on the side bed. She was safe and three-year-old me was a good elder sister, happy to give her my place. I remember her saying her first word, smiling her toothy grin and being an assertive baby. I also remember—all too well—the hospital visits and my heart hurting.