Dada’s. Dadi’s. Ayesha Phupo’s. Baba’s. And some mine. I’ve always been in awe of Home Library at my parents’ home…. I open their books and trace my fingers across their names, hoping to feel them and capture the flood of memories associated with each name. I in IdrisA in AyeshaZ in Azra Each one of them … More My favourite library
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. … More Connecting the dots…
Good, honest writing is like ripping open your heart and sewing it back up; one raw emotion, one meaningful word at a time. Like shedding your old skin for something newer and more refined. Like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly; over and over again. *Nida S.* * Today’s assignment on zerotohero challenge: build your storyteller’s … More Good, honest writing…
This is my inspiration. The topsy turvy life of a mother of two lovelies. My inspiration every day:). Topsy turvy, Torvy tupsy, Its all a chaotic harmony, in this sundry. The grey in my mind just doesn’t matter, My children control my life, my time, did I mention the latter? Just when I think this … More Topsy turvy, Torvy Tupsy
Nida Khan Writes 