Happy Mother’s Day and R.I.P. (The Hardest Post I’ve Ever Had To Write!)

Alright, then. It's finally time. I've NEVER spoken about my Mom on a public platform or for that matter, I don't even talk about her with my friends or my family, because talking or even thinking about her feels worse than dying on being stabbed with the sharpest knife a one thousand and ninety-nine times [...]

Delish Bites: Apple Crumble (Recipe)

Sharing a recipe that has been demanded by at least four friends, so far. So, this is a modified version of the regular Apple Crumble/Apple Crisp recipe. A friend of Dad sends in mangoes from his Mango gardens in Sindh, every year. So we had plenty of them which I decided to put to use. [...]

Dearest Dad (An Open Letter to My Healer – My Father!)

Dearest Dad, I don't believe I could ever have enough, or the right, words to present as a tribute to you. After all, how could I give a form to all the unconditional love we carry for each other. While it would never be entirely possible to write about what I feel for you, let's [...]

Last Vacation Ever With Mom – Murree, 2010 (Pictures)

These pictures were taken during that trip, from a camera she had gifted me. Partly because photography seemed to take my mind away from the impending doom and partly because a part of me was still hopeful she’d live and we’d look back to these pictures and smile together. Soon after, she passed away (24th August, 2010) and I stopped taking pictures since my life had reduced to surviving every single breath. I had kept them in wraps since. Never showed them to anyone.

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These pictures were taken during that trip, from a camera she had gifted me. Partly because photography seemed to take my mind away from the impending doom and partly because a part of me was still hopeful she'd live and we'd look back to these pictures and smile together. Soon after, she passed away (24th August, 2010) and I stopped taking pictures since my life had reduced to surviving every single breath. I had kept them in wraps since. Never showed them to anyone.

Snippets from my Diary; The Hideous

That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. “How?” her best friend asked. “It’s simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes.” she would answer.

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That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. "How?" her best friend asked. "It's simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes." she would answer.

Snippets From my Diary; The Mother Hen

​​I was a good child. Never too demanding. A rather caring one. As I grew up, that trait became more of an instinct. I would know when someone was going through a hard time. I would know when someone was hiding a dark secret. I would know when someone had cried the night before. I [...]

Travelogue: Murree, Pakistan – Oct, 2016 (With videos and pictures)

Hello, everyone. In this post I tried capturing the ethereal beauty of a city about 30 kilometers away from the capital city of Pakistan, called Murree. I often say it is the collective picnic spot of the nation. While most of the rest of the country battles with severe pollution, Murree enjoys the status of [...]

My Writings: A War at Bloom (Prose) – Video

Having been down with sore-throat, the audio didn't come out too smooth. But hey, there's always next time. Thank you for the feedback on the last video. I worked a tad bit more on the video for this one. Cheers and peace! https://youtu.be/qpxz39mwAvU