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Never Was There A Tale Of More Woe, Than That Of Cadbury’s And UHU Glue
There are two things I loved as a child: UHU Glue and a box of Cadbury’s Quality Street. I’m not a glue sniffer, no. But I did have a peculiar habit I used to do with glue. I would put a tiny pearl sized amount on my forefinger, and then stick my thumb to it, →
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Problems With Mom? Go To Court..
The Karachi Customs and Taxation Courts are located in an unassuming, non pretentious leafy, yellow bricked older than time building. My mom and I went there to sort out the last of the pesky court case that had been brought up against her wrongly, by a confused old man who was convinced she was the →
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When Elephants Flew, And Candlesticks Sang
There’s a song stuck in my head stuck in my head stuck in my head. Colours of the Wind – Pocahontas OST. Anyone remember Pocahontas? I felt so nostalgic thinking about the long forgotten song today that I decided to watch the movie again, out of sheer memory. I have to admit, I found it →
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Do You Know Pollyanna? Silver Linings…
I just read Zen Scribbles’ post: Of silver linings and mailbox surprises, and figured I could look to the greener side of the grass once in a while, despite being a natural born pessimist. The silver lining I saw this week was in three different things. I was addicted to Coke, gave it up and got depressed, sort of →
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“It’s just hard,” Harry said finally, in a low voice, “to realize he won’t write me again.”
J K Rowling, are you reading? Hi, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been in love with Harry since I was 9 years old. I was mad when I found out that he and Ginny were meant to be. Now I’ve accepted it of course, as a temporary solution (fangirls have to quit →
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You Can Kid The World. But Not Your Sister.
“Naturally” said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here — ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!” – Madam Rosmerta” 11 years, you know. Of being a double act. Yes →
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How To…Move On
The hardest thing to do, isn’t it? But that doesn’t mean it can’t be accomplished with a bit of mind over matter, humour and good spirits. Whatever your personal rut: stuck in a relationship with a human, warlock or aggressive German Shepherd. When they leave (or start to), you should have back up, and not →
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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 →
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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 →
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…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 →
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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 →
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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 →
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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 →
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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 →
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…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 →
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Nayab Malik 