Connecting the dots…


I believe in destiny. I believe in the magic of moments. How they merge into one another like sliding droplets of rain collecting at the bottom of a windshield.  Forming a little ocean, only you were meant to drink from.

Children love to collect things. Most children my age would collect stamps, coins and sea shells. I tried collecting stamps just once because it was cool. Then I also tried sea shells, but then I didn’t have any beaches nearby and flying to Karachi (the city of beaches) just for my collection was a bit too farfetched even for my taste. Now coins, I assumed would be easy since we traveled a lot, especially my father. But that didn’t go as planned either.Barbies. Now what girl wouldn’t like them? I thought it was weird that I had no barbies. So on my tenth birthday I asked my parents to get me a barbie doll. I got one of those barbies with long hair and hair styling products. Makes perfect sense because I hated brushing my hair (still do!). So after my birthday, I sat and combed her hair. Sprayed it with pink hairspray and brushed it some more. Now what? I needed more time to figure out the barbies in my life. I got hold of some more. At the end of each play time, I was bored to death. Lets just say a new version of “Toy Story – the barbie hater” was a possibility. Thank God Toy Story was just a cartoon.

So what made my heart skip a beat? Stationery. I remember my pink, furry pencil-case that no one was allowed to touch, especially my young brother. Patterned pencils, erasers, animal shaped sharpeners, scented paper, pink stapler, post-its. It was my own little bliss. My eyes almost jumped from their sockets every time I went to a book store. I would gladly trade my ice cream for a glitter pen. And God knows how much I loved ice cream.

All throughout my early years, I devoured books.The Baby Sitters Club, R.L. Stine’s Fear Street, Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Enid Blyton, Agatha Christie The famous five, Classics…anything I could get my hands on. My pink pencil box was still safe and loved. But another love bloomed. Journal writing. Notebooks. The fresh smell of scented paper, crinkly pages waiting for my words. Diaries with my personal lock and key! How cool was that! So I wrote. Daily ramblings. Gibberish only I was meant to read. My cursive script looked like squiggly stick men strangling each other. But who cared. My writing was for me.

Fast forward almost a decade, and there I was, beating myself over programming language and cursing the bits and bytes of computer logic. Computers were never my thing. My younger brother taught me how to run a computer. The only thing I did on it was play wheel of fortune on a CD and chat with my friends. With such obvious love for technology, I went into computer science. Hard to believe, but it was an important dot that I would connect years later.

I got a corporate job in IT. I had no interest, a 9 to 5 drudgery, but the pay was good and I had friends there. So life was complacent. And the most wonderful and unexpected outcome was the love of my life. I met my husband at work. I doubt meeting him at the library or a book store was ever a likelihood. I had to be where I had to be. We got married a couple of years later and last year we moved to Canada, because of our  technology background. Another dot. Followed by another. Making perfect sense.

After so many years, moving on a path as crooked and as wondrous as a starry constellation, I am finally here and I am writing. My heart still flutters at the sight of book stores and beautiful notebooks. And I continue to dislike barbie dolls. I love computers and the Internet because they are a necessity and make my life interesting, and that’s as deep as I am willing to go with technology. Many people after reading this would ask why I didn’t get into literature, or writing before? It was all in plain sight! I say it wasn’t. My bus was supposed to take the longer route.


Daily Prompt: Futures Past – As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?




  1. Laura Feasey · May 30, 2014

    Gosh this is exactly like me! That photo you’ve posted of the pens is like heaven for me, I had such a thing about coloured gel pens when I was younger, I think they’d just started to appear in the shops, and I too had a fluffy pencil case! I often made my Dad take me out to buy new pens, such a treat. And don’t get me started on notebooks…


    • Nida S. · May 30, 2014

      Wow I remember your love for notebooks, but even stationery! That is just awesome:)


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  3. Archita · May 30, 2014

    I still love collecting sharpeners, erasers, pencils, pens, colorful pencils, notepads, stick-it pads…okay I think I should stop now. 🙂 Loved your story, Nida. Happy Weekend 🙂


    • Nida S. · May 30, 2014

      I already discovered another fellow blogger and her love for all of this. And now you too! We should form a club or something:). Happy weekend to you too Archita:)!


  4. heyjayel (@heyjayel) · May 31, 2014

    I could relate (and laughed out loud) at “I would gladly trade my ice cream for a glitter pen”.
    I am also lover of all thing stationery much to the confusion of friends and family who are more interested in beauty products or fashion!


    • Nida S. · May 31, 2014

      I know! They just don’t understand our love, sigh!


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  7. Nida S. · January 14, 2015

    Reblogged this on on the road to inkrichment.


  8. Hugh's Views and News · January 15, 2015

    I’m so glad you reposted this, Nida. It’s a beautifully written piece of work and really draws you in to how your life is all planned out.

    I fully believe that things happen to you in your life for a reason. 22 years ago I was forced to go on a weekend away to Brighton and Hove (where I now live) and met my partner. 11 months ago I was told about WordPress after fearing publishing anything I had written because of my dyslexia. I could on and on but I won’t.

    Thanks for reposting. I’m a huge believer that reposting previous posts do work.

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    • Nida S. · January 15, 2015

      Isn’t it just amazing:)?! Two really important aspects of your life were never even planned. And that’s what makes it so special. Maybe you should also write a blog about all the beautiful things in your life that you ‘bumped into’ by chance. Would love reading it. Thank you for reading and your ever-encouraging words Hugh:D.

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  9. Hugh's Views and News · January 15, 2015

    I’ve read other posts on this subject and your post does inspire me to write one myself, Nida. I may even write a short story on the subject. Fate and Destiny in life are both favourites of mine.

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  10. livelytwist · January 16, 2015

    My bus was supposed to take the longer route. 🙂

    I like to think that sometimes we aren’t meant to take the longer route, that our choices make us take the longer route. However, in time with the help of divine providence, every detour adds to a beautiful ending.

    This was lovely and inspiring to read.

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    • Nida S. · January 16, 2015

      That’s another interesting side to fate and destiny, like you pointed. A brush and stroke of positivity at the end of a seemingly endless route is important. Like how I have ridiculously failed my driving test TWICE; and while I am bashing my head against the wall and cursing myself, I believe this long route is for my own good. Or so. *sigh*

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