Category: Everyday Clutter

  • Dear Future Babies With Stars In Your Eyes

    This is the (very condensed) story of how a hopeless helpless horribly forsaken Coca Cola addict overcame her addiction, and refused a real life offer (that previously, was un-re-fu-sa-ble) This addict just could not refuse a glass of the fizzy chocolate brown sweeter-than-anything drink, and drank about three glasses per day. She writes about it now only →

  • Meanwhile, In Lahore…The One Time We Want Gas

    36 hours, 24 to go. The countdown is being ticked off with not a few bitter comments. So, the Pakistani government has decided that we’ve had too much fun cooking for ourselves, bathing in hot water, and lighting heaters to keep our shivering selves warm. To the government, these are inexcusable luxuries, almost. Never mind →

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Night Magic

    If you ask me, there’s something about winter nights in Lahore. Summer nights have their own enchantments, but winter nights invariably are the magical ones. The ones where you feel something in the very air. Here, winter nights smell like muted jasmine, pink tea, cardamom, and the soft wool of quilts that have been stored in closets the →

  • I Am Cat, Hear Me Meow

    Hey, I’m Coco, and i’m a cat..which you’ve probably already guessed from the title. I would like to tell you my story, if you’ll lend a willing ear (if not, I’ll claw at it until it lends itself anyway). I live with some strange people. I mean, don’t get me wrong, when cats decide to take in →

  • Do You Have It All?

    I am happy. It’s a cold winter night, and I have my cup of tea on one hand, fuzzy socks and a fat new book in the other. In five minutes, I will snuggle under my heavy quilt and read in bed, tired and lazy, with a kitty curled up at my feet, keeping them →

  • Sing The Songs I Sing

    Writing has been second nature to me ever since I was a child. I’ve written short stories, scripts and part of a novel too. But what outshone all of those was my poetry. I could best describe it as going home to a well worn and comfortable pair of slippers after a hard day. I →

  • Small Dreams, When The World Ends

    Page 82, third line, from Nathaniel, by John Saul. If the world was going to end tomorrow, I would: Call my entire family over, and throw a huge party. Dye my hair electric blue with purple streaks (like I want, but moms…) Eat, a lot. Mcdonalds iced lattes! Buy my housekeeper and her family some →

  • Go Back To The Beginning, Again.

    My most favourite sensation in the world is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth, between the sky and ground until the line dividing them starts to blur. When did we get so old? When did simple things start becoming ‘lame’? I’m not preaching, but I would choose the wind in my hair, making it stream →

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Meet Your 60 Year Old Husband

    I have a housekeeper, who has become somewhat of a close friend. To respect her privacy, I’ll call her Fee here. Fee has a bright sunny personality, isn’t afraid of hard work, and comes from a tiny village just outside Lahore, whose name I can’t spell. Recently she told me how her younger 13 year →

  • An Un-Thanksgiving Thankful List

    Where I’m from, there’s no Thanksgiving Day. But since today, all day I’ve read more and more posts about what people have to be thankful for, I decided to write my own list. My Not-Quite-A-Thanksgiving List. So here goes. I’m thankful: That Autumn lasted a month longer than it was technically supposed to (favourite month). →

  • Success To A Nine Year Old Is:

    A life lived well. This is what my nine year old sister has to say about it. You haven’t lived well unless you have: 1. A big house, with a swimming pool, massage table and a stocked fridge. 2. Never ending food. 3. A pet, preferably a cat. 4. Colouring books. 5. Crayons and pencils. →

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Too Much Heart For One Sex

    Around 2 PM today, I found a woman outside my gate. Eyebrows perfectly threaded, vivacious red lipstick, and a purple dupatta surrounding her black hair like a misty cloud. On closer inspection however, I saw the tell tale giveaways. The broad shoulders, too wide to be entirely feminine, the lips too rugged to sit on →

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore

    It’s 11.51 AM exactly, and the weather outside is wonderful, as only weather in Lahore can be, towards the end of November. Its not too sunny, not too windy, and not too cold. I could go out and lie down, sleep or dream or read in the grass, all without the threat of getting a →

  • Islam Through The Eyes Of A Non Biased Muslim.

    Of all the spidery roads and housing grids making up my city, a certain street winds into a bazaar. I happened to walk in there some days ago, armed with a heavy dupatta, from head to toe. The reason? To throw off the leering stares of the shopkeepers and other assorted passersby of the male →

  • How To… Survive The Aftermath Of A Horror Film/Book, Like A Pro

    Lullaby, by Diane Guest. What can I say? The book had me shivering and jumping around at every tiny sound like a squirrel with its tail on fire. I could not put it down, and at the same time I couldn’t read it through either. Few books have scared me, but this one came out →

  • Dear Dead Child, Stop Haunting Me. I’m Squeamish Already.

    I think my house is haunted. A few days ago, I heard a light switch turning on, off and on again continuously, while no one besides me was at home. I even went in all the rooms and checked them inside out but the noise didn’t stop. Yes, like the girl in the horror movies →

  • I Left My Heart In Readings

    Yesterday, I went on an adventure. A real life, winding-corridors adventure, with new opportunity at every turn, flavoured with the paper thin smell of yellow books. Adventure, warm and familiar. Readings in Lahore, is one of the only bookstores where books are personified, alive. I don’t get to visit that often, but when I do, I go crazy with →

  • Twilight, Or The Idiot’s Guide To Flirting With McSparkles and McHairy

    Write a summary of the book you’ve always wanted to write for the back cover of its dust jacket. About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was someone’s weird sparkly idea of a vampire (dude SPARKLES…Dracula would stake himself). Second, there was a part of him – that thirsted for my blood..umm obviously because he’s →

  • Re-defining “Unique”

    I’ve been away from my blog for a few days, searching for inspiration and what not. And seashells, even though the city I live in does not have a beach… The point is, I got my blog topic today. I went to the grocery store and saw packs and packs of Milo stacked together. And →

  • Adele Got It Right..

    I don’t listen to Adele. No. And I only have three Taylor Swift tracks in my phone. Not a hater, but not a fan of weepy break up songs either. But randomly minding my own business, surfing the net (for funny pictures of cats, judge me), I came across ‘Skyfall’. Not the movie, but the →

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