Speaking doctors

Tired. Angry. What on eath was I thinking when I chose this.  Busy. Busy . And busy.

Its three pm by the time the family is ready to get on the car to Hyderabad. I ve put on makeup which is giving me a rather sad look. Sad I am not. To put in some cheer I am wearing red blingy bangles. They are shedding glitter like anything. Before you know it I would be drowned in a puddle of glitter. Zark burk. Karachi looks beautiful as we leave.The sky so cloudy, the breeze so cool. Its like the weather is celebrating Eid as well.

My dear dear fans, So many bright ideas come in my mind as i pass by the hospital corridors, stories erupt and then like a little bubble burst. Me in my deep thoughts. And then the superficial world that i have to come back to. So as each day, as my fan list climbs up a number, each one brings a smile. Trust me, each one. So many donot agree to my thought pot. They think that i am way too flowery, way too simple. But well. Thats me.

This shab-e-qadar I pray for contentment. For peace. Within, without. With self, it self. Oh ALLAH! Guide us to the right path. And make it easy for us. Make us happy with what we have. Make us forgive and forget. Make us start an improvement, but starting from ourselves. Oh ALLAH! Forgive us like you always do. We ve been bad. We ve been mean. Our souls so small. Your mercy beyond bounds. Oh ALLAH, guide us to the right path. Ameen.

Its raining. And raining. Pouring and pouring. Its been a real long day. Doing almost nothing makes the day stretch, I guess.  The weather has somehow left me gloomy. The masses may not agree, as they love this monsoon.