Freelance writer. Story teller.
“My name is Nida Bab —- ur” My voice went MIA midway as I nervously introduced myself . It was 1999. I was 16 and conducting Tambola at Lahore’s Services Club for the first time. I remember one of the ‘uncles’ asking if anyone was interested in conducting one of the houses. We had played … More My secret double life when I played Tambola
So my older two.. R & R are both quite amused with my routine here in Lahore at my parents’ place. During breakfast Daughter remarked: “mama you’re really enjoying your break!” me: from what beta? “from the kitchen!” (Cue: surge of joy) Then later on son noticed how I was sitting relaxed reading a book … More This miracle is mine
Image credits: Cintia Freitas Summer of 2019. 36 (and a half) year old me, grass and dirt fields, 27 ounce end-loaded Louisville, cleats, gloves, SPN balls, and softball friends. That about sums it all up. Well at least on the face of it. I don’t know if I can put words to it all. Words … More Canadian Summer, Mama and Softball.
“I still have a lot of issues with my skin. The ugliness is glaringly obvious”, said Sara. Maira peered closer to examine. She saw active acne, scars and other entities usually accused and hated for trespassing on skin. “Don’t worry. You have young, vibrant skin! These treatments will help! I already see a difference from … More Cleansed.
Nida Khan Writes 