December ’96 brought the best holiday of my young life… Continue reading
“When you were born, you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.” Continue reading
Special, or just spoilt? Continue reading
See that mouse? He looks cute, doesn’t he? All innocent – with his little whiskers and tiny eyes. And do you know *why* he’s cute? Because he’s not real.
A real mouse isn’t something to gush over. Especially when it’s in your house. Continue reading
I was a latecomer to Islam. No – I didn’t convert into the religion. I was born a Muslim, but for most of my life growing up, I wasn’t really one – not the way I should have been, at least. I lacked the proper understanding, knowledge, and, most of all, commitment to the religion. As a result, much of my life was spent without real attachment to Islam – confined to merely ritualistic acts of worship I was expected to do, and not much interest beyond that. Continue reading
My instinct – borne out of years of hiding from my older brother when we’d fight – was to duck down between the front passenger seat and my own seat. Having been one of the smallest in my class for most of my life, I’m grateful that I was still small enough to fit in that little space. I didn’t know if that position was going to save me from what might follow. I didn’t think at all. It just kicked in – that reaction. I curled up to hide. Continue reading
Adapted from a journal entry – prompted by nostalgia. It’s Thursday night, and I’m in the library on campus. It’s highly unusual – being here at this time of the day. But there’s a good reason: I’m waiting for my … Continue reading
Looking back on a teenage holiday to London, without any adults on board. Continue reading
See this mouse? Cute, isn’t he? Looking all innocent – with his little whiskers and tiny eyes. And do you know why he’s cute? Because he’s not real. A real mouse isn’t something to gush over. Especially when it’s in your house. … Continue reading
Warm days, spent playing in the garden.
Oblivious to time,
Free of all responsibilities.
in it’s purest form.
It felt like every day was sunny – no matter the season… Continue reading