Skip to main content

Its been long, so long!!

Dear Diary,

Its been so long.. so many days have passed, so many nites, so much have gone past... its 2009!! heck, n m reaching me silver jubs.. i donno all of a sudden i feel bad being so olddddddddddddddd..
Khayr, lots hav happened.. So busy in Ramadhan, love cooking to bits.. it helps being appreciated.. i luv it wen sumone asks, who made samosay??? :) yeah m like that, i luv being acknowledged.. even if its for a samosa!! hehe

so have made yum yum iftar today.. waiting to brk the fast now!! still sum 5 hrs left..

sumtimes i meet ppl who feel a similar pain to mine.. i try sharing.. i feel like holding their hands, n jus making them feel that u r not alone.. sumtimes it helps.. but there is no way how to.. pain shared i know isnt pain reduced, but sumhow its better... u feel that sum1 else understands ur pain!!
wat heppens in life isnt sum1s personal fault, sum things are jhust meant to be, u cant help it, but u have to move on.. as life moves on, there is no waiting room here.. whoever waits is stuck! move on n let others move on!!

:) theres more to life than just sulking over things on which we hav no control, and on which others hav no control!!

Eid is cumin up in just 6 or 7 days.. m really excited, theres a surprise in store.. Somehow i always love eid times.. :) i know, girlish.. but applyin henna n wearin kanch ki churiyaan has its own charm, to top it all wearing the garland on the wrist.. hmmm.. shucks i m missing khi, jahan gajray waley her signal mil jatay thay n AB wud get me 2, sumtimes 4. 2 for each hand haha!! :)

I eveN CARRIED gajray in my luggage for me, when i came back frm karachee in may!! the fragrance is just out of this world, tho not better than ones found in heaven.. (i say as if iahv smelled them.. :P)

so to all these reading, drop a line here.. :P n remember us in ur prayers.. cuz theres nothign more wanted than a silent prayer.. prayers for ya'll too!!!

Okieee
ciaooo
Labels:

Comments

Americanising Desi said…
eid mubarak :)
how did it go?

well you blogged after ages and i checked after ages :(

anything interesting happened? shux i forgot to do my eid tag :O
Thu Sep 24, 10:35:00 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It’s a Dog’s Life!!

By Anjum Niaz There’s a dog in our neighbourhood that nobody wants. Actually it’s a bitch. Her litter is on the way, I suspect. The big patch of green bordering my home and the busy road in front is no man’s land (read the CDA) but the lucky homeowners have been gifted the land and told to develop it as best as their aesthetic sense permits. Gardens are abloom all around my garden (says who Islamabad will run dry?) which stands out for its pedestrian look, only because my landlord cares not a whit for the patch. But the dog does. She has dug a cradle under the tangled bushes and lies there unobserved by passersby on the street. I worry. What if the puppies — God knows how many — invade my space and arrive uninvited in my garden. Their mother may not live to feed them. She’s doing poorly. When she’s not sleeping, she’s scratching herself all over to get rid of the ticks and fleas that infest her body. The vicious summer heat has parched her. The sun is relentless. Down the road, I watch...
11 comments
Read more

Memoirs of a Lost Soul!!

It was 9 p.m. I was making rotiyaan in the kitchen.. the same way you had taught me back when I was in grade 6th. How could I ever forget that. Kneaded the dough in that very way, and started making the rotiyaan.But Karachi's hot weather and taway ki aag doesn't make the kitchen exactly cool, and hence a drop of sweat trickled down my forhead, moving to my eyelashes, and standing there at the edge, like dew on the edges of a leaf. I unknowingly looked to my left with a smile just to find the grey tiled kitchen staring blankly and coldly at me. I had expected you to be there watching me do the stuff, but how could you be there when you were so far far way, in a place where I hadn't even set foot in. You'd say, 'oh, garmi lag rahi hai na!!' and try to take the rolling pin from me, but I didn't give in so easily. The sweat drop finally dropped mingling with the tear drops. As for me, I was left in the past. You!! who never left me alone. You!! who never even le...
9 comments
Read more

The New Leaf!!

Naveed twisted on the floor, rolled from one side to the other. At times, he folded the pillow in two, and once he just held it in his hand, there were still five freakin' minutes to go before the dial struck 4. Still, quite a lot of time left before the azan for Fajr would echo throughout his town. Naveed, unlike most people in dirty old Karachi, was one of the few who spent the night thinking what happened today. Today wasn't exactly good. Seemed like Abba was really angry. Well, what could he do?? It happened at the breakfast table. Naveed as usual woke up at 12:30 p.m. took a shower, offered Zuhrain , and on to the table, his breakfast table, where as it was Abba's luncheon time. Abba usually took lunch to work, but this afternoon he wasn't feeling good, so came home just in time to see Naveed sit at the table yelling, "Amma, mera anda paratha ???" Abba was furious. "Nido, is this the time for an anda paratha ???" "Aa.. Abbbaaaaa!! Well... ...
6 comments
Read more