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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 »

Night 0, Day 1, you’re gonna be here!

… I’m gonna go to sleep and I’m gonna wake up and you will be here. How awesome is that? The countdown is finally over. I’m finally done ticking off little numbers in my notebook, I’m finally done answering people about when you’ll be back and I’m finally done making plans about what to do … Continue reading »

Day 2.

Effectively the last day. Technically one more date till you are here. Effectively less than 24 hours. Technically still a long way to go. I honestly cannot wait to have you here. And this is just for you and you alone. For all the days that are sad, mad, bad, glad.. this is for you.

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 »

Day 4. Crazy Stupid Love?

Even when I was writing the sobbiest of posts, B, there was this tiny voice in my head that kept saying, “Okay go nuts sobbing but remember it’s not the end of the world, you can manage on your own for 2.5 weeks, so get your shit together and get over being a wimpy old … Continue reading »

Day 5. Shit my uncle says.

Over the past couple of days, I’ve gotten to take more of The Uncle’s incredibly insane ideas because I have more than our usual only-on-weekends deal. Here are a few gems. Priceless. Dengue is spread by America. How can I prove it? Well, there was an article in the newspaper that said dengue was spread … Continue reading »

Day 6. Lessons in humility.

So Jibran wouldn’t stop crying. He just wouldn’t. He cried and he cried. He cried until he had hiccups. He cried inconsolably. And I tried rocking him, giving him water, I even tried losing my head and yelling at a 21-month-old. That’s what happens when you’ve spent so much time alone just unable to think … Continue reading »

Day 7. Hopes and dreams and facepalm.

I know how pissed you are about Imran Khan’s successful jalsa. I know you’re pissed because if this country is prepared to elect a man who thinks Islamic Shariah isn’t sexist at all then what hope do we have, eh? I remember being religious. I remember arguing with you, “Islam isn’t sexist!” I’d said confidently. … Continue reading »

Day 8. Out of poetic stuff.

B. You do not get to complain about how stuff is in Pak. The relatives, the traffic, the parking spots. No. Because I not only get the annoying-relative deal I also get the be-alone-and-be-a-mom deal. Conversation with a Verdict. Or maybe I should just rename this into “Stuff People Say that Bugs the Fucking Crap … Continue reading »