“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.” ― James
Growing up, my house did not know the meaning of silence. 2 studious girls who did their daily lessons by reading loudly. 2 hyperactive boys who always had to play football or watch cartoon. Not to forget, the cat and dog fights for everything from the TV remote to the Nutella bottle. However hard my
Pictures speak more than a thousand words. My lovely cousin sisters giving me hope, not all of childhood innocence and curiosity is devoured by pixels on a screen. May they be blessed and protected. (Weekly Photo Challenge : Threes. Tell a story in three pictures ) Linking it to NaBloPoMo. Phew 21st day.
From the time I was 11 or 12, whatever is it that I chose to wear- skirt & top, jeans & kurta, salwar kameez or the abaya – there has been an extra fabric on my head, covering my hair, popularly called as the HIJAB. On doing a quick Google search, you will realize the
I have a love-hate affair with Facebook. With friends and family all around from the farthest east to the farthest west, Facebook truly helps me to keep in touch with them all. But hadn’t Facebook been there, wouldn’t I have found other ways to keep in touch with them if I really wanted to? On
Place where I grew up : Doha, Qatar Class gradation and caste differences was something I was not aware of during my childhood days. Everyone had the same Staedtler Pencil and Faber Castell Colour Pencils. It was assumed everyone was from reasonably well-to-do families. Some of our neighbours were from Syria, Egypt or Palestine (besides
Seek beauty in the finer details.
Today morning, I was surrounded by the lush greenery By night, I am in the desert. Morning, I was braving the heat. By night, the cold chills my bone. Morning, I was dreading the 30kg luggage limit By night, I was dreading the last-bag-on-the-baggage-carousel fate. Morning, I was in my home town. By night, 3000
My sister and brother in law gifted me with a Samsung Note 10.1 a few months back. Thus started my love affair with eBooks. I used to read eBooks on my laptop or on the small N900 screen earlier, but due to the cumbersome nature either of holding the laptop or due to strain of
(The Daily Prompt from Daily Post today is : If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?) For me, without a doubt, the answer to the above question is ARABIC. A
For nearly two years, there has been a constant theme in my life – Uncertainty. Personally and professionally, everything I desired and worked for ended up in failure. I ask myself, where did I go wrong? Did I not work hard enough? Weren’t my prayers sincere? How and when will I figure things out?
It has nearly been 6 months since I and my mom have been staying alone, back in our hometown, after a gap of nearly 20 years! Used to the idyllic slow paced life of Doha, safe and secure with Dad and brothers around, staying in Kerala was as adventurous as it was hard on both
Over the years, I have learnt from… ▪Uncle Quentin’s love of science ▪Hermione Granger inquisitiveness and hardwork ▪Julian Kirrin’s sense of responsibility ▪Patricia and Isabel’s (O Sullivan) companionship ▪Nancy Drew’s eye for details ▪Frank and Joe Hardy’s sense of adventure ▪Howard Roark’s passion for his profession ▪Liesel Meminger aka Book thief’s love for words ▪Dr.