Posted in across the river on Nov 22nd, 2009
Today at 10: 17 in the morning I set him free.
I will come back to this later but first I would like to talk about Ms. Buksh.
I am sure she is not alive.
What a horrible thing to say about somebody; but I assure you I didn’t say that with malice. She was my professor and [...]
Posted in across the river on Nov 11th, 2009
My younger son and I share the love of written word. We both love exploring the book stores, and the stores where they sell old books is the favorite.
Some time ago he bought a translated version of Divan i Shams Tabrez for me which I added to my other books that I keep by my [...]
Posted in across the river on Oct 16th, 2009
How much moss did the pebble collect along the way? If you start peeling the centuries of moss, what if what you get was only a pebble? A simple truth, not wrapped in time created shroud of abstract representation.
Posted in across the river on Sep 30th, 2009
Happiness is a choice.
Posted in across the river on Sep 22nd, 2009
Everybody is in bed - sleeping. Feels like the house is drowsy too. It’s quiet- so quiet- all around. I am probably an insomniac again. I do not fall asleep easily anyway. I sometimes envy my husband; the moment he hits the pillow, he is gone. On the other hand, I go through a daily [...]
Posted in across the river on Sep 17th, 2009
Yesterday was my wedding anniversary.
I love this very busy month. Apart from our anniversary, there are two birthdays in the family. Three of my friends celebrate their wedding anniversaries, two nephews have birthdays and a friend’s daughter also expects her mom’s friend must remember her special day.
So, yesterday was my turn to receive calls and [...]
Posted in across the river on Sep 4th, 2009
(Author’s note: this is based on a true story. Some details were also altered a little and names were changed. All for privacy’s sake.)
Summer afternoons are treacherous. better not rely on them.
When Nooran came to clean the house, no one was there to tell her chores of the day. First she thought she would go [...]
Posted in across the river on Aug 11th, 2009
I was alone and lonely but I think I was quite used to it now.
I was seventeen years old. Just finished my second year of college and for not getting enough marks in one subject, could not get into the third year of college. The subject in question was English language… barely passed but not [...]
Posted in across the river on Jul 5th, 2009
What could be the reason? Why was sleep so elusive? Was it because of a crossword right before going to bed or it was something on my mind- and to escape from that thought, I had picked up the newspaper and started doing the daily crossword? I don’t know. Mind has its own ways to [...]
Posted in across the river on Jun 20th, 2009
This winter I didn’t watch Dr, Zhivago. It was a long hard winter… too cold for this sunny state of Florida.
I have always loved winters. So when winters come, on an appointed day I bundle up in my warm clothes, sat myself down in front of TV and begin the annual rite of watching Dr. Zhivago. It [...]
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