We visit Zeba Faruqui’s home on a chilly Karachi evening. As we wait by the intricately detailed, large, dark-wood door, reminiscent of another era, we can’t help but observe the textured walls, the antique tiles and the fine craftsmanship evident on the entrance door. The door opens. Contemporary furniture occupies the home, while pristine white walls, modern flooring, and abstract paintings lighten up the house. As we walk towards our host’s favourite corner, we notice an eclectic mix of antique accents around the house. Faruqui greets us warmly and walks us up to her terrace.
While we glance at the serene view of Karachi, she says: “This spot reminds me of the courtyards that my parents used to have in their homes decades ago. This is a very private area for me, no matter what time of day it is; you’ll always find me sitting here. If I’m up around Fajr, I come to see the sunrise and hear the birds chirping. The day is just beginning and I can feel that energy. In the evening, while I’m out here having my tea, I hear the labourers play their flutes and string instruments, which serves as great backdrop music.” Faruqui further explains that she finds her terrace to be relaxing, and that she is always in a pensive, reflective mood when out here.
What we find most striking and what reflects beautifully in the space is Faruqui’s unique eye and imagination. She tells us about various pieces which she has collected from different parts of the world, has restored or designed and gotten handmade under her supervision. As we look around the corner, observing each piece carefully we are taken by how perfectly they all blend with each other. “I’ve put together pieces overtime from many of my travels. For example these recliners are from Bangkok and the tiles were restored from a haveli, which was being broken down in Hyderabad. I remember standing with the contractor, trying to figure out how to fit all the pieces, as there were only a specific number of tiles. The tiles are faded and have a very rustic look, in fact there are even cracks on the steps, but I think that’s what adds character,” Faruqui smiles. Similarly we also discover a wooden, rocking chair, which belonged to Faruqui’s sister’s father-in-law. Her sister was throwing the chair away, but Faruqui decided to keep it and claims that it is where she feels most in control.
She directs our attention towards an enchanting champa tree, which unfortunately isn’t in full bloom, but in its season she says it is a beautiful shade of maroon. We then ask Faruqui her favourite memory on this terrace to which she answers: “Behind the terrace there is a mulberry tree, and when my daughters were young, I’d give them baskets and they would pluck and eat from it. It reminds me of the good old days when my children would listen to me!” she laughs.
We leave Faruqui’s charming home, mesmerised by the creativity and authenticity of her captivating space. It is personal, unique and a corner which truly is made with unconditional thought, love and care.
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