Speaking doctors

I ask my brother to update my status on facebook. He replies, "you are not a star that I should be doing this for you". But I always thought I was. I mean, I have a fan page. And 92 fans. Its the nervous nineties. Source: twoplus.us via Sarah on Pinterest My eyes are heavy with sleep as I type. Oh well. Good night world. May you dream the sweetest of dreams. May you smile and the sunshine of your smile fill the world with light.

It glooms me to be back on floors. Gosh oh gosh. I stare at the roof, lost in my thoughts. It seems oh so difficult. Sidra interrupts my train of thoughts. "Dr Zarka, dont be so sad, It shall be ok ", she comforts. I smile, which is more of a grimace. I gather my courage to head towards floor. All new patients. So many issues. Half way through, I meet Sidra again. I ask her to pray for me. She says,  "I already did during afternoon prayers". I feel truly blessed. Thanks!

It glooms me to be back on floors. Gosh oh gosh. I stare at the roof, lost in my thoughts. It seems oh so difficult. Sidra interrupts my train of thoughts. "Dr Zarka, dont be so sad, It shall be ok ", she comforts. I smile, which is more of a grimace. I gather my courage to head towards floor. All new patients. So many issues. Half way through, I meet Sidra again. I ask her to pray for me. She says,  "I already did during afternoon prayers". I feel truly blessed. Thanks!

My cell phone takes ages to charge. I am loosing batteries as well. Its been a long day. But the ending should be happy. That's what matters. Struggle comes. Struggle goes. Tired but happy.  For all those appearing for an exam tomorrow, this is for you. Source: sweetpaulmag-digital.com via Sweet Paul Magazine on Pinterest

I seal my day with some shopping. The big vase. The little keychain. And also one of those refrigerator magnets (I suppose thats what you call them).

Aren't they jusy beautiful! Just the perfect way to end your day.

We go to these exotic countries and their clean roads impress us. Cleanliness is a virtue, they say. And its not that difficult, you know that right. Next time around, please stop before you throw that garbage out you car window. This country is yours, mine. Ours. And I wont be doing this to it if I really thought of it as mine. Little things matter. They do . Sachi.

A blogger celebrity like myself should share what she is havin for lunch. Here it is.

Just to make you smile That little curve On your face Reason, no reason Possibly impossible A nano second A little grain A little seed The petal The little rock That green twig Small things Big reasons No rules Just to make you smile...

A new beginning Of forgiveness Of letting go Of laughter Of smiles A new beginning Of written Unwritten Of said Unsaid Of springs Of rains A new beginning It is . .  

People pass. People stop. Some like myself take pictures. Some get inspired and make pictures. Here is the story.

Just the right time to blog. Fresh fresh. After painting my face with hints of reds and pinks I now sit in front of the computer to scribble. Type they call it. Not my type or my type.  History repeats its self. We plan to go for shopping (grocery, with me dreaming of some new shoes ) and followed by dinner. We take ages to get ready. Its not that we take a long time to get ready, its just that we start late. Shoes seem like a dream now. We ve time enough for dinner only.