Urooj Rishi
Urooj spends way too much time thinking that deputy-anything qualifies her as the sheriff in a spaghetti western. Simple things make her happy, like the thought of staring into Clint Eastwood’s endlessly dreamy eyes or wearing star-spiked cowboy boots. She has an education and, like, can’t you tell? Her youthful glow and inviting personality are nourished by the blood of typo-prone writers.
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Bait Al Mandi: A Case for Rice Instead of Roti
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How To: Desi Food in Lahore
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The Kitchen: Beyond the Coriander
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