I boarded the plane and I wondered. In that moment of utter loneliness and helplessness a wave of emotion devoured me....
I honestly didn't think life was going to be the way it is. I don't remember when I last felt so low or unhappy....
I guess what I meant to say is that it isn’t nice. It isn't nice to deliberately avoid making someone feel special....
32 years of learning. Learning how to stay quiet . How to take little space. To always think before speaking....
Things you should know before you reach your 30s ...
I never knew it would end up this way. The way when winter sets in and a dense fog obscures the vision. Soon nothing is visible to the naked eye....
That it probably had risen from death. This pain isn’t the actual funeral, it is merely a mirage of all things that have once lived but now have...
How in the dark when my father drove the car, I always knew we’d get where we had to go....
This year has been a year of reminiscing and reverence. A sweet ode to the one who left us at the end in January....
Take that turn. And sit with the ones who have left and once again hold them. Watch them. Stay in the afterglow of their radiance....
It has been a year of finding that feeling of home. When the vines grew taller than the walls and poison spewed into everything I knew....
Here are some lessons from a decade of teenage years as I reach the infamous thirty. But, thankfully, all the more self-aware, grateful and wiser, I...
It’s your mother’s favourite song, and your father turns up the volume and you all sing along....
We take a person with visible symptoms and try to explain them with every plausible explanation except the actual reason that may be the underlying...
The truths that I carried were not only mine but were a reflection of all the frivolous stories others told to conceal them....
Please bless us with more patience and insight. Let us firmly believe You are the best of planners....
My days at this point were a series of paradoxes; that wanted to break through....
Like a wound that is about to heal and be filled with scab. Yet suddenly it starts to bleed afresh....
The dust particles that rise in the air every time the bed is made, looks to you like tiny fireworks in the bedroom....
The more ‘secular’ and ‘accepting’ this world becomes, the more it becomes an oyster to be exploited by the pervasive minds...
Not reminiscent of last night’s argument to the full lit moon. Every trace of morose thoughts fade away....
Glistening in the pale moonlight like scars from yester years, this requires unadulterated attention. Must attend to it. Must keep it away....
You have to find your own joy without guilt and let the world find their own way in their pursuit of happiness...
Thoughts like these is not how it should’ve been. Things have turned out so differently....
To me Pakistan means the cold wisp of Abbotabad. The roads of PMA. Cadets running in the morning....
Lying in bed in the afternoon sun, with the shadows of spring trees playing hide and seek outside....
The entropy of our existence is constantly guiding us towards our fate. Is our fate death or rebirth? Or none at all....
You find that the only way you can let the roses of winter spring in the harsh cold is if you nurture the fire inside your heart....
The clouds are the pink colour of cotton candy. The air is sweet. And the winter sun softly caresses your skin....
One of these days you have to move away from your family, too. It will be the most painful thing you know.....
The meaning of these words has changed for me tremendously over the years.....
Relax, it gets better. It might be a bad day. You may have too many things to do....
