Just as you are
March 10, 2011
I was born and brought up in Pakistan. Shocker? Maybe. Do I care? Absolutely not. I used to. To the point where I wouldn’t mention it to anyone.
I was born and brought up in Pakistan. Shocker? Maybe. Do I care? Absolutely not. I used to. To the point where I wouldn’t mention it to anyone.
In my day, we never had…” The ‘…’ can be filled in by many different things: ipods, ipads, itouches, i…don’t even knows!
Everyone has a woman in their life. I know you know one. I know you’re picturing her right now.
I will probably anger you. I wasn’t planning on it; but a conversation I had last night changed the fate of this page.
One day he scolded me when I giggled with a lady at the post office. “Mom, why are you talking to a stranger?”
If you have moved homes enough times, you lose that feeling of immense loss each time you walk out
I believe the tune is a bit different. When you can be so attached to a t-shirt, a home, a person and an identity, you are completely detached from the moment.
I am from Suresh, Manju, Raman and Sharda, and the Patels from cracking fireworks.
You get the impression you have a choice in the personality you bring home (Wouldn’t it be great if you could do the same with children?).
What other infant animal cannot walk for the first year of life? Human babies have to find someone to attach to within hours of birth or they will not survive.
“In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that
I have begun to realize that I view parents from a closed lens that is tainted with labels, presumptions and obstacles.