Speaking doctors

I feel touched! I ask my resident to get some tea for me and in addition to that he turns up with a pastery! He calls it my birthday gift. Thank you so much Mohsin! And our ultimate drama queen Sidra, I meet her on the way. "It was your birthday yesterday, you should have told us, we would have made you feel like a princess!", she went on. And half an hour, she turns up with a cake. Oh wow. On it is written, happy birthday princess!

I am a star and hence I seek attention. Its been so many years on planet earth. So many summers. Such chilly winters. And then the spring. I start my day early as I have to go for work. I love working on the weekends. To get up when the rest of the world is sleeping. Oh well. Oh well. In the evening we head for united king bakery. I have munched a samosa few minutes back. Crispy, crunchy. What awaits now is pizza.

I ve always been a morning person. Waking up early on a weekend has its own beauty, romance. Specially in summers. Catching the morning before the sun scorches. The breeze. The birds. It was a little late. But it was nine thirty when I woke. As I sat on the bench with the mango tree above, a koyal kooked, 'Koo oooo'. What could me more beautiful. I stare above me. I could see the mango tree standing tall. Bearing fruit now. Almost two inch long mangoes (Kairi).

Its ok, To cry. To fall To feel the pain Worse Adverse. To feel so rotten, it hurts To fail. With it Comes worth. The wisdom The strength To power Impower To get up again.

I seal my day with a smile. My residents. Each one. They keep me so happy. Its ten pm and my resident Ranjeeta texts me, "Dr Zarka, you were going to teach us tumor burden today, and you forgot in the burden of patients!". Just the other day I saw this sign outside the patients room. Enjoy!

I finally wake up at nine thirty. Its late. By my own standards. I lazily decide whether I should go to this oncology conference or not. I shall and I should. After a nashta of egg roti, made by mom, and tea, made half heartedly by me, and tasting just plain half hearted. Half an hour later stomach filled with nashta and face filled with make up, I head towards marriot. Its interesting. They later distribute stethescopes. Litmans! Thats lavish. Medical students get it for reasons like having a position in med school, and one gets it for reasoning that he needs it. Then there is a break but without food. Take that Zarka! Just as I leave the place, I take a picture of these flowers. Beautiful. Happy weekend everybody!

Woke up at five am. Its ten pm as I type. I ve worked like a dog. But not barked back. Strange as it may sound. So much of sweat but no glory. I wish there were workshops regarding praise. How to use it. So much more often. The magic that it plays. The locks that it opens. The way it changes you from heavy weight to feather weight. Oh I wish.. In a world filled with hate, I choose love. Because i get it so much myself. Before I wrap the day I would share todays brilliant moments: 1. The doughnuts Mehwish bought for us were delicious. 2. The little tete a tete with our little Sidra is just amazing. 3. The chat with my best friend over the phone. 4. Kitchri. My absolute love. Oh i could go on and on. But gotta catch some sleep. Good night world.

Of goals so distant, Its almost near. The trial, the test To have no fear. I Think Pray And shed a few tears. Not yet Oh but Its almost near Some day You shall I shall Just smile So wide, so wide.

Just done with having this delicious, mouth watering, extremely tasteful, beautifully red, water melon! Oh, I am so in love with it. I could feel its coolnes inside me. Can't thank Allah Mian enough for this beautiful fruit.    Its plentiful and its in Karachi. Make sure you do enjoy it to the most. And please do make sure that when you buy one for yourself, buy another one for someone who cant afford it. Share the sweetness!