Varisha Tariq

1 week 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.

2 months ago | 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.

2 months ago | 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.

Jul 29, 2024 | missingperspectives.com | Varisha Tariq

My entire body is shaking. This is so stupid, is the only thought in my head. Why am I even doing this? Why am I an adventure junkie? What was wrong in sitting on sandy beaches and staring at the sea? Behind me, the instructor is getting impatient. “Point your toes forward, lean your body back, I am holding you and I’ll be the one to push you off.”I am going to dive in the air and it sounded absolutely ridiculous.