“We Pakistanis . . . we will suck on the seed of a fruit till its juices are dry and its veins stay hidden around our tongues to taste in secret for hours. You Americans want your apples sliced by a kitchen gadget made of steel. We want to pinch our lychees between our fingers until our lips hurt from longing. Seriously. I have never seen an American push his nose into the wettest part of a rose. Smell it where the scent can stop his heart.”
