It was the summer surrounding my organic chemistry exam. The wooden desks that had already been graffiti-ed by many a frustrated student before me. My white DCW Karachi uniform was splattered at the pocket, where my many ink-pens had been sitting (I never liked dorky pencil/stationery cases) and my forehead was icky and sweaty. I … Continue reading »
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I’m getting too old for this shit.
There was a time when I’d have a list. I’d have a list of people I was close to. A list of people – who were the ‘chosen ones’, the people who were game-changers. Their inputs mattered. If I didn’t get to speak to them through the day, it would feel like there was something … Continue reading »
A Morning in Mommytown.
Jibran wakes up at 6.30 a.m. He plays with my hands, gives me those giant smiles of his that make me forget just how crappy it is to wake up at 6.30 a.m. after dreaming of Italy and the French Riviera. And to know that you can’t possibly see the Riviera until the smiling little … Continue reading »
Toddler, tantrums and tolerance.
I love being a mom. And I can’t say that enough. I love it for the challenges it brings to me every day. I love it for the physical and emotional juggernaut it proves to be each day for me. I love it for the things it has given me. Pride, humility, pain, joy, hope, … Continue reading »
Project Wonton.
I’ve always been fascinated with Chinese food. Apart from eating raw fish, what they do with veggies and spices is brilliant. Not to mention that my childhood is dotted with numerous experiences where we’re having dinner in some corner restaurant that serves Chinese cuisine with a desi tarka. To this day, whenever I’m at a … Continue reading »
Girls don’t cry.
In the modern world that you and I know right now, being effeminate has become a slur. And not just for boys. We’ve got shops that sport the sign “Clothes for the Working Woman” in a so-called conservative country like Pakistan. Slacks are in, loafers are cool, no more teased-up hairdos, let the hair down, … Continue reading »
Happy Birthday, Baby.
(We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this small but significant status update in the life of a dutiful little mommy and a beautiful little man called Little Mister Jibran.) Little Mister Jibran is two years old today. 2010. Barely a few weeks old and registering the world. By sleeping. 2011. Oh the eyes … Continue reading »
Bonnet. Bees. Boo.
Bee Number One. Mourning what won’t return: Gone are the days when you could have just stared into space absentmindedly and chomped on something fatty and read a novel that would have invited you to explore the inner workings of a mind truly twisted. But that doesn’t happen now. As my friend Aneela Z says, … Continue reading »
Pop goes the weasel.
Because I couldn’t find a decent philosophically relevant quote that could be the title of this post. Life, as it goes on and on, has so many questions and answers to it – but more often than not it is just a series of yins and yangs. At least, that’s how I see it. In … Continue reading »
Love is (up) in the air.
So The Husband might be gone for another one of his work trips. And Afia just posted this. It’s funny how these two moments just collided. A couple of days ago, we were discussing how it’s obvious how spouses feel about each other from the way they talk about their significant other. One of B’s … Continue reading »
