(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 »
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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 »
Will my son believe in a God?
It was easier to break away from tradition when you’re tied to it. But what happens if you’re never given the chance? What happens if you are completely free from the pressure of conforming? Do you still make the choice you would have had you been exposed to the aforementioned tradition/conformation pressure/whathaveyou ? There are … Continue reading »
Ye Old Days.
I will be 28 in about a few weeks. I’ll be 2 years nearer to 30 which means I will leave behind childhood of a different kind. It’s youth of a different kind. Until the time you can cite your age as something that begins with a number 2, you still feel you’re in the … Continue reading »
Day 3. Far from the madding family hooplas.
Lot of people around me, people that I personally know, people that I’m friends with, tell me such heartwarming stories about their families. How they miss their parents, how close they are to their siblings and how a daughter is supposed to be a spitting image of her mother. Drumroll please. Cue Conversations with a … Continue reading »
Bye bye, Neverland.
Did I tell you about the time I thought Ali was gonna die? Well there were two instances. I was 12 the first time and I thought dacoits were gonna shoot him. And the next time I was 24 and I thought dengue would claim him. I have a very angry relationship with him. I … Continue reading »
Bolly style.
Today exactly 55 years ago, my mother’s first cousin was born. And that’s why my gorgeous Sana Safinaz dress got almost drenched in the rain. That’s why I was running on the footpaths of Shahrah e Faisal like a mad woman. That’s why I’ve promised to never celebrate any old aunt’s birthday, regardless of the … Continue reading »
Nod if you agree. Nod harder if you don’t.
I love Pakistan. I really do. There is this whole other part in my soul reserved for love for the country. But honestly, I’m surrounded by people who want me to make a Horcrux out of that part of my soul. Literally, kill and stomp all over it and shove it into some cave where … Continue reading »
Strange is beautiful.
There is something so comforting about being in a strange, new environment, in an unexplored, unfound sort of a place. Hairstylists are known to be two things these days. Chatty and overpriced. So my 50 USD/cut charging stylist began to talk to me about what kind of a cut I wanted and blah and blah. … Continue reading »
Tujh se bhi dilfaraib hain gham rozgaar kay.
Isn’t it so paindoo to say, “I’ll just call you back” and actually call back? Isn’t it just pathetic to say, “I’m free as a bird, let’s meet!” even though you’re juggling twelve deadlines? Isn’t it incredibly lame to call friends and family the moment their plane touches the ground? I’d add more italics but … Continue reading »
