Do you remember them?With soft sunlightCasting shadows on your faceAs you whispered secretsSo loud everyone could hearThat cotton breezeSoothing your happy heartWhen you sangTunes so carefreeWhen you laughedan ocean of joyWhen you gasped for airBetween tag , hide ‘n seek and hopscotchYou stole a few seconds to sit andCatch your breathAnd a ragged tennis ballYou … More Those lazy summer evenings
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
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.
My nose is like a mountain, in-your-face-kind-of unavoidable. My dark skin makes me want to go through a permanent whitewash. My skin colour is ghastly transparent, like a cross between Casper and Aloe vera gel. I have crooked teeth, strung together like abstract art. I have a pimple brigade fighting for territory on my face. My chin … More Wednesday Wiseness: Funny Hair. A Not-so-funny life.
Nida Khan Writes 