Category: Wise-day Quotes

Oh look it’s Wise-day!!!

I have a thing against Wednesdays. Every since I was a child, I dreaded them. There were only a few random incidents I think; my grandfather’s death,some atrocious days at school or whatever. But it stuck to my brain.

So I am officially debunking this superstition. I will jot down random thoughts every Wednesday about life and its quirks . AND i’ll pretend that these words will make a lot of sense. In most cases, they won’t.

Here is an attempt to look forward to the remaining Wednesdays in my life:)

On this independence day, let us not celebrate, but speak up!

August 11, 2015

There is a lot that Pakistanis are known for. Hospitality. Simplicity. Big Hearts. Narrow minds. Hearty appetites. Superfluous emotions. Vengeance. Betrayal. Loyalty. Indifference. Empathy. Naivety. Shrewdness. Let’s just say we have a touch of everything in our colorful palate of vice and virtue. But there is something I wish we didn’t have. Fear of evil. So … More On this independence day, let us not celebrate, but speak up!

See, that’s the thing about Plans.

July 31, 2015

That’s the thing about plans. As fickle a plan may be, like a dew drop it doesn’t die before giving you that tiny hint of hope. It doesn’t melt away before showing you the way. It doesn’t matter if it’s the right way, as long as it pokes you into action, or gives you an … More See, that’s the thing about Plans.

To the kid at the park, I owe you a hug.

June 1, 2015

I can’t seem to get his face out of my mind. That lost, indifferent look. That look that wanted to be understood. That day at the park. Summers are finally here in Toronto, and I’d be an outright cruel mom if I didn’t take my children to the park often. So this is exactly … More To the kid at the park, I owe you a hug.

I discovered that I am my Mother’s Daughter

May 26, 2015

Read the original feature on : The Purple Fig ************************************************** “You look just like Munnoo!”said my grandma several years ago. She always called my mom using her childhood nickname. I was standing in my mom’s kitchen, with my back facing her. “Really?” I laughed in surprise. It was probably the way my hair was … More I discovered that I am my Mother’s Daughter