I always remember my summer in Lahore fondly. We spent our days having so much fun that the scorching heat never really bothered us. The peak noon hours were spent playing dark room or cards, then we ran outside to play once the sun settled a bit. We always came back to the sound of the blender whirring in the kitchen, and we knew what it meant. Right as we settled on what to watch on tv (there wasn't much to choose from in the 90's) a large tray of homemade fries and glasses full to the brim with cold coffee would be set in front of us...