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I wake up as the sunshine touches my eyes. I almost jump. Gosh I am late for work. I look at the cell phone clock. It says its quarter past eleven. Then the thought dissolves in that its a Saturday. A Saturday of so many Saturdays when I am off work. I look around, a little perplexed. Spend the next half hour, yes, half hour just thinking about getting up. A lot of bitterness seeps into me. I feel bitter. Extremely. I feel as if I wont be able to do anything today. That todays holiday will go to a waste. I collect and recollect my self. I turn to Allah, to give me strength. The strength to be grateful. To enjoy what I have. I come to the conclusion that I need to turn back. In the usual routine that I have, am I forgetting Him. Am I. I ll pray a little longer. Recite Quran with meaning. It always works. And will work today.  I finally get up and when I come out of my room, I see Ami fixing tea. I ask her if there is anything to eat. She says that she was cleaning up the house...

And the weekend almost ends here. Oh so soon,  oh so fast. The trio of our family visited Hyderabad. Four hours of travel, about 300 kilometers. With our tummies filled with fried and barbecued food. It was a fun trip. Met my siblings and my mom's siblings. Smiled and laughed. Drank so many cups of tea. Best Friend?  My cousin asked me that question. 'Who is your best friend?'. I have none. She found that hard to believe. I at times find that a little strange myself. But I actually have none. And I actually don't need one. All my life, with so much travel, I have always left friends behind. I have figured it out that they are important, but not that important. I've been blessed with the best siblings, is the reason I suppose. Summers, why so soon! I can count on fingers the number of days I've worn a sweater these winters and it seems like summers already. Oh, I am so not ready for it. With a heavy heart, and teary eyes (such drama, I crea...

As I sit to type a post today, no real flow of thoughts come. I ll just restart from where I had left. The pain due to taekwondo is all gone. At that point in time, as I used to limp I thought it d never come back to normal. But it did. I can run now. I try on my toes, but I guess I have almost flat feet. My father has real flat feet. So winning in marathons should never be my dream. Never had been, never would be. But the joy of being able to exercise normally is just beyond words. Its such fun guys. An hour of running, jumping, kicking............... And I return back home smiling. To just be able to give an hour to my health. I can't endorse it enough. Some failures Regarding the kashmiri tea, I did horribly for the second time that I made it. So from my end, its bye bye kashmiri chai. If there was some sindhi chai, that I shall try. Springing The weather has started to welcome spring now. And so has sprung the spring collection. The filthy rich ones, go ah...