I continued putting together basic mockups for shots using the actual puppets and backgrounds to create storyboards. I’m working on a scene that had not really been fleshed out before.

People wonder why a film needs to be storyboarded over and over again. If only they knew how many more times the story had been written out in notes and thumbnail sketches before even reaching that point.

We had some chai and snacks before heading to a weekly literary reading at Aiwan-e-Iqbal, located behind the Alhamra Arts Council.

So, I went to a photowalk put together by the Walled City Authority. It was exhausting, but so much fun!

The other half of the work will have to be done another day. I didn’t have the energy to suffer through more of that for today.

Umar and I are trying to figure out a design for the outer section of Raja Rai Diyach’s fort.

I went early to Checkpost and digitized the problem DV tapes, over and over until I got the bits I needed to piece the rest of the music together.

My friend Ustad Anb Jogi (composer and music director of “Risalo”) was supposed to come to Lahore, but I had not heard from him.

I have to listen to each bit of music and see where I can trim a bit, but not destroy the flow and then match that in the Urdu version as best I can.

We looked over a king’s court design I had made and then head to the Landa Bazaar to pick up cloth so that Umar can start sewing it.

All I did was wash some cilantro and pluck the leaves, and we had a delicious meal.

I needed to print out her ticket information. Sometimes simple tasks like this can be very challenging.

We started at the Janamashtan Gurdwara, situated on the site of Guru Nanak’s family home, and the place of his birth.

A visit to Mehboob and his family in Shadrah.

After some rest, we visited our friend Mohsin whose eye was injured a while back.

Qurbani is an annual thing here, and a lot of the meat is distributed to those in need as well as relatives. It is a huge spectacle here because it is done out in the open like this.

It was raining this morning. Kristeen stayed home. I grabbed the umbrella and head out after breakfast. As usual, I crossed the street and waited to flag down a passing Qing-Qi

Digitizing tapes, but here's a bazar