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Generation gap
The generation before me did not grow up using Google for their school projects. The generation after mine would not have used Encyclopaedia Britannica for the same. We used both ! The generation before mine did not know what it was to listen to one’s favourite music over and over again. The generation after mine would probably not know what a Sony Walkman /MP3 is. We know both ! The generation before mine was not familiar with X-box and PSP during their childhood. The generation after mine donot spend their time playing ‘Hide and Seek’ and ‘Tag’. We played it all ! The generation before mine typed on their typewriter.…
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Colours of Nature
Do we have a name for every shade of colour seen in nature? Glory be to the Creator ! (Linking it to ABC Wednesday and the letter for the week is C)
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In her shoes
I have been having a strained relationship with my mom for a week now. Hence, when I saw the DPChallenge, I thought why not write a post from her shoes, on why I am being a difficult child suddenly! ” I donot understand why. Why is she hurting me so much? I have always looked out for her good. Now she tells, it is because of me her life is messed up. What did I do? I can see the pain and confusion she is going through, yet to take it out all on me is not justifiable. She tells I am no good, I forced her to…
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Weekly Photo Challenge : Juxtaposition
Merging of blue and green. Kerala, South India – commonly known as God’s own country. (Weekly Prompt : Juxtaposition from the Daily Post)
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Award Galore – 1
Nearly 10+ days ago, I got a notification filled-with-chocolate-and-cookies from The Mad Muslimah stating she had nominated me for the Sunshine Award. Wohoo. Alhamdulilah. Thank you so much, The Mad Muslimah for the award, my first one in the blogosphere. Guys, head over to her blog to read of this brave heart’s story in dealing with difficulties. May God bless you, dear! So here I go in stating 11 random facts about me : 1) I am an Indian bought up in the Middle East and a nomad at heart. 2) My faith is one of the most important aspect of my life. 3) They call me a dentist, yet…
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Amna
You are our biggest blessing in the tiniest package. You are our heartfelt prayers answered. Your soft baby voice is our antidote to sadness. Your distress cries breaks our heart. Your firsts – smile, step, word are eagerly awaited. Your antics are our daily dose of laughter. You epitomise the meaning of your name – safety*. You make us feel at peace – forgetful of our worries. You teach us to be patient and compassionate. You make us reflect on God’s infinite miracles. Your reaction on recognising your mother, melt hearts. Your squeal when your father returns – joyous. Your smile lights up every room in the house. Your pain…
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Weekly Photo Challenge : Windows
….because, eventually after all the darkness, light will shine through. (Prompt titled ‘Windows’ from Daily Post)
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Sharing their laughter
As her breakfast was turning cold, she was frantically searching for her dentures. Holding a newspaper, he screamed out from the living room, “Have you seen my glasses?”. Quietly assessing their situation he gives out a loud chuckle only to be met by a quizzical and angry look from his wife. “We just became two of the Three (Gandhi’s) Monkeys “, he explained his laughter. Humour was the powerful ingredient that kept their love strong, for the past 55 years. (This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda – Write an entry having only 5 sentences, with the theme, Love) Edit : This post…
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Soulmate
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Happiness – Different definitions
At the age of 7, happiness meant having a set of Faber Castell colour pencils. At age 10, it meant procuring a Tamagotchi. At 12, it meant securing the highest grades in school. At the age of 16, I thought happiness would evade me, have I not had a mobile phone.At 18, I thought getting in to the top ranked university would make me happy. At age 20, ‘trim down’ was on top of the list-of-things that would make me happy. At the age of 23, when I became a doctor, I presumed I conquered happiness. At the age of 24, I thought a man would make me happy. How…
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She.
She gets excited when she notices I am wearing a new dress. She rubs her thumb with the index finger when she is bored. She is scared of the cat, yet she makes sure her mom has not forgotten to keep food on a plate, near the back door. She loves making knots with small ropes. She collects colourful paper bits, post-it notes and stickers. Rumbled bed sheets will be straightened out by her, immediately. Crowds of people distress her. For 24 years, she has not spoken a word. She is my little sister (cousin). Sans words, she teaches us life. (This is written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday…
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Hello world!
Hello ! Assalamualaikum. Stepping into the world of WordPress – one dizzy foot at a time. I have been on the blogosphere since 2008. To be precise, a personal blog on blogspot. I intend to explore a different genre of writing, on a different platform, hence the frog jump. Writing has been my outlet for untold emotions, unsaid words, unheard regrets and unfulfilled dreams. My goal for 2014 is to participate in Writing Prompts and engage myself more in creative writing. The theme of the posts in this blog will mostly revolve around faith, spirituality and books. I seek to find through this vast interconnected blog world, like minded people…
