Nayab Malik

Tag: love

  • That Grasshopper’s Sitting On A Book, Cooking Berries

    If you stepped into my room on any given evening in the year 2007, you’d invariably find me curled up somewhere, reading. How I miss thirteen and all the years that preceded it. Childhood was a time where I saved up all my pocket money to buy a fuzzy slip covered notebook, which I then →

  • Send Me Flowers Again…

    Ring. “Drat!” The doorbell goes off Ten minutes to nine Precisely timed, Flowers on the porch Silver holder, pink card “From a secret admirer” “Oh, not again!” * I’m clean worn out With this flower business Just last week It was chocolates, A month ago Love poem, printed out I know my eyes sparkle And →

  • 8 Things You’ll Be Shocked To Know (About Me)

    The following kernels of information might be disturbing, might be surprising, might be revealing. They might make you clap your hands in laughter, or rub them together as you conspire against me…nevertheless, these are the things about me nobody knows: 1. I CAN RAP. Yes, to look at me you wouldn’t think this was true for →

  • On Being Struck By Lightning, And Dying

    Wednesday, July 10th, 2013. Today, I died. At around 3 PM today, I was outside, dancing in the rain that I so passionately loved. It was a full blown thunderstorm, with dense grey clouds that seemed to have absorbed all the world’s grief. For me, however, the blue grey streaks that split the sky into →

  • Who’s Idea Of Perfect Are You? Or, Why Anorexia Has Become A Must-Have

    “She had sooty lashes that formed a thick fringe around her gently moulded almond shaped eyes, which flashed sea green when she was calm, and turned to darker jade when troubled. Her tiny waist needed no corset, rather it would’ve been a constriction, a cage for her lively spirit, which gleamed through every graceful curve →

  • Oh, Him And Her And Them? They’re Just My Home…

    I’m not homeless. Just to clarify what ‘home’ means to me: it means somewhere you can return at the end of a long, exhausting day and hang up your metaphorical coat, and don your fuzzy slippers. Home is comfort, and familiarity. Home is where you play your music the loudest, where the mirrors have seen →

  • Mementos Are No Good. “You want remember, so just remember” – Janet Fitch

    I don’t know Why is it the world Works this way? * It used to show: You’d lie asleep, curled Never imagining It would be taken away * The highs and lows Did never manage to unfurl Your secret looks, Your kisses and your smiles Bright as the day * I wonder why, just now →

  • How Facebook And I Came To Be…

    This memory came back to me right after I read an entry in the Daily Post. Something about it being Facebook’s ten year anniversary next year. I actually remember how I heard about Facebook…it’s an interesting story. Somewhere in 2008, I was angrily sharing a dilemma that had cropped up on the then popular social →

  • The Anti-Me, Anti-She

    If I were my exact opposite…this should be fun: 1. From girly girl to tomboy. I’d be the girl sporting leather jackets, metal studs, mad pink eyebrows and pierced everything. I’d be rough around the edges, street. A pink lip mark crusted cigarette would have a place of honour between my lips, along with bad →

  • And…Another One Bites The Dust: Nineteenth Birthday

    Ahh, June 25th. Another year. Nineteen finally, happy and content. Hello, birthday. Hello Nineteen. I hope we can be friends. Wishlist: A bestseller to my name, the power to talk to animals, a tiny teensy waist and magic powers. Because all the things I have are already out of this world. Thank you God, I’m →

  • Facebook Connect…Thumbs Up Please?

    Hi, I’ve been writing this blog for almost a year, and in speed time, its grown. I never thought I’d have a voice, or that over 200 people would want to hear what I had to say. I’ve found my vocation, which is pretty useful, since I had earlier dreams of being a princess, a →

  • Saved By The Frappe

    The kindest moment that happened to me was around two months ago, in a mall. I was in dire, I say dire need of a sugar rush (I happen to be the most incorrigible sweet tooth ever). I was almost dizzy when I reached the Starbucks counter, and flopped my sad little head onto it. →

  • Pain, Loss, And Art

    The birthday call The phone rings at precisely twelve A shuffle, a pause “Hi, happy birthday” “Why thank you” The awkward silence Stretching, expanding, drowning Every minute weeping, Telling the tale Of a different memory. * The world out there The sky and earth Niches carved for sun and stars It’s still the same “But →

  • Of Rain, And Being Born

    I was a child born to rain. The 25th of June, 1994 was a break in a nearly four month long scorching heat wave. On this day, when I was still cocooned, blissfully ignorant, in the encompassing safety of my mother’s womb, around 7 people lost their lives in the city. Lahore was like an →

  • Bracelets Aren’t Made Of Blood (Warning: Might Be Triggering)

    I’m genuinely disturbed. No matter what I’m doing online, instagram, facebook, twitter, or just reading the news, there’s at least one post that mentions this: Self Harm. I’m not going to pretend to understand what goes on in the minds of people who harm themselves. I was raised in a family of extremely strong individuals, →

  • Hold My Hand, You’re All Alone. And Now, So Are We.

    How do I tell you what loneliness is? Loneliness is standing in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, and being caught up by the noise inside your head. It’s that time between day and night, when the day has begun to pick up it’s things and leave, and night is still a distant event. Loneliness →

  • Broccoli Yes, Ryan Gosling No

    The ‘I Am Sort of Weird’ List: Basically, I’m different from a lot of people my age, and here’s how. I love love LOVE broccoli. With cheese, without, steamed, boiled, mushy, anything. I don’t like Ryan Gosling. Repeat. Do not. Never have, never will. I think about things on various levels. For eg, I picture myself →

  • The Angel Who Broke A Wing…And Wobbled

    My last post was all about romance novels in the ‘Fallen Angel’ category; quite a bitter little post I must admit. But it did inspire me to imagine what I would write about, if I were ever to step into the divinely murky waters of fallen angels and their world on earth. First off, my main lead →

  • I Want To Touch My Boyfriend’s Wings…

    She said, “You’re an angel!” My sister, sitting right next to me, (annoyingly so, in fact) was chattering incessantly about the new love-of-her-life Daniel Gregori or Greogri or Greg, something. His flawless features, blond hair, perfect lazy (bitchy) smile and oh, angel wings. Also, his unfortunate non existence.  I’ve read a couple of swooning romances →

  • Dragon’s Loyalty Award!

    Oh my oh my! The Dragon’s Loyalty Award! I’m hoping this comes complete with a stone castle, emeralds as big as my palm and of course my perfect prince… On a serious note, WOW. This is one of the coolest awards I’ve received, and all thanks to Arman at Corporate Skirts. You’re a sweetheart! ❤ →

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