Found this article about how my life began as a writer. I became a writer quite by accident. And like all accidents… it happened rather suddenly. One fine morning Najib (my dearly beloved husband) walked into the room, the shaving foam still on one side of his face, and announced that “Kuwait has been taken over!” …
Phases and Stages in Life. Life is a one-way journey, with no u-turns. As you go, the journey has different phases and stages. One can say that the phases are like childhood, teenage, adult, middle age and then old age. But you see, all the books and media mainly caters to babies, children, teens …
Laborers I got to know….. In 2010 when my husband and I moved into this locality, it was a relatively new colony. -Lots of construction going on all round. There was dust in the air and more laborers seen around here, than the residents. Watching these laborers working and walking around, holding their fearful looking equipment …
Having been an extrovert and a chatterbox all my life, losing my voice is quite a dilemma. As long as I know it is for a few days, its fine. The funny part is, the moment someone finds out you can’t talk…… they stop talking! Hey, come on, I’ve done monologue conversations many times, but …
I’ve been there. ( Who hasn’t?) We all have faced moments in life, when you feel there is nothing left to live for. Better to be dead, than to live this life day in and day out. Finding every moment in life unbearable. – And all that sort of thing. Suddenly, the question arose. …
We need to encourage the efforts of the small businessman and benefit from the competitive pricing. I wanted some ‘family time’ with my Nadiya and Waliya. Also, I wanted to do something different with them. “Let’s go to Sunday Bazaar.” I murmured… We hadn’t been there for ages, due to the road construction nearby. Surprisingly, …
Birth of my precious first child. Your grandfather called you ‘my princess’. Your grandmother, loved singing lalabyes to you ‘meri jaani, meri raani, I love you! …… ’ (My princess, I love you.) Of course, you were the apple of your parent’s eyes too! When you were one year old, we travelled through Europe …
Story of my papaya tree Four years ago, when we moved into our own home, my parents got fruit for us, and there was a huge papaya in it too. My cook planted those seeds, and very soon twelve ‘trees’ were growing one foot tall in my tiny ‘lawn’. When he wasn’t looking, I pulled …
When I went to Seattle, USA the first time, several years ago, I was struck by the peace in USA. It was so beautiful. Like a dream world. How could an American feel the fears that we feel on a daily basis? It is so easy to blame a person who is in …
