These days I pretty much keep myself confined to my room. I have never been one of those folks who would sit with the family for hours and talk to them. I have always been a loner. So, in this social distancing situation, I venture out of my room only to have evening tea with […]Read More social Isolation and keeping your anxiety in check.
I used to be a very consistent and enthusiastic reader as a kid. One day depression took over, and on top of that grown-up life hit me hard. So, now I barely read a book or two each year. It’s funny because in school I would finish reading 5-6 books monthly. I would gobble the […]Read More How a good library can be a great way of escapism.
So, as a typical Pakistani girl, I had always been kinda protected from the outside world. Girls, in general, don’t get as much exposure to the outside world while growing up because, well, we are girls, and we stay at home mostly, because generally, parents don’t let their daughters frolic outside after all, God forbid, […]Read More When reality hits you hard.
Desi uncles are a different breed on their own, and they can be as savage, judgmental, and sarcastic as desi aunties. So, I have talked about desi aunties in some of my earlier posts. You can check them hereTypes of Desi Aunties. , here Oh, Aunties , and here DESI AUNTIES AND THEIR IRRITATING QUESTIONS AND […]Read More Enough about desi aunties! Let’s talk about the types of desi uncles.
So, I think most human inhabitants of the planet Earth have some sort of hobby that few people can label as an obsession even, and like most people, I have a hobby (or healthy obsession)of collecting lipsticks. I can’t help it, I am a girl after all👧😌 even though, I am not very feminine but […]Read More How my lipstick collection is keeping me sane in a pandemic.
You wait for the calmness to comeYou wait for the peace to arriveYou wait for the hope to ariseYou wait for a miracleThen you realize that waiting does no goodIt is you who needs to take the initiative and work hardOnly you can help your self get out of this place of darkness and hopelessnessYou […]Read More Waiting for a miracle.
I am weird because I talk to stray, harmless animalsI am weird because I sing along or sometimes lip syncs to songsI am weird because I don’t understand the subtleties of insultI am weird because I sometimes eat fries after dipping them in ice creamI am weird because I do voices for funI ain’t like […]Read More Be a rebel.
I properly started writing this blog last year when I was going through a highly depressive period of life. Some of the posts which I later deleted were so full of hopelessness that even I was surprised, I wrote such things, and when I read them again sometime later then eventually I decided […]Read More This post is for the victims of the culture of comparison!
Hope is a funny thing. It makes you work towards your dreams even on days when you don’t want to leave your bed. It makes you do little productive things even if you feel tired all the time. It makes you believe that good things come to those who are patient, who work slowly and […]Read More Here is to Hope.
So, about a month ago I wrote that I have moved to a big city. I wrote about the freedom that big city offers among other things. Below is the link to my previous blog post about the big city. Sheep in the big city. So, it is been more than a month since I […]Read More Sheep in the big city (part two)