Speaking doctors

This heat, its like being on a slow simmer. Its day four of my holiday. The routine almost the same as yesterday. The changes: 1. I walked for twenty minutes today. "I ll add five minutes extra everyday", I told Fozia (my younger sister), who had earlier refused to join my lonely walk club. "Before you know it you'd be walking all day", she gave her tabsera. 2. I bought this huge bowl with flowers on the exterior and all yellow on the interior. 3. Arif and the bowl (picture added). Just a little request, as you enjoy the yummy mangoes this season, remember to share it with those who cant afford it. Multiply your happiness. Share your blessings.

Its holiday. Finally. For a total of sixteen days. Two days gone.  Third underway.  Lucky morning I wake up relatively early for a holiday. I enjoy morinngs. After making nashta and fixing lunch for Baba I with a cup of tea, settle in front of the computer. I try finding my unfinished synopsis file. It isnt there. Its evaporated, I finally bring myself to belief. I ask Arif (my brother) for technical help. He has none. He comes up with emotional one. "Everything has a silver lining!", he tells me. "I 'll make a better synopsis this time around then", I console myself. "No but a loss is a loss", Arif just has to continue. I type 'gaana.com' and listen to a new song, 'Sanwar loooooooon, sanwar looooooooon'. It sounds beautiful.  Of hot afternoons I tell Ami that I wont be makin lunches, only dinners. Its twelve thirty noon, and I still see no signs of lunch. I break my own rule. Cook. Then these hot afternoons are for sl...