When I Am Happy

Daily Prompt: Happy Radars
Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).


I can’t say for other people. Some hide their happiness, as if it is a frail thing which will break if they show it, or others will steal it away.

Some hide their bad news, because they fear people will be so despicable to gloat over their misfortune.

When I am happy, I like to shout that I am happy this moment. When I am sad, tears are ready to fall at the slightest pretext.

Happiness knocked at my door
Opened the door to let it in

Another knock came
And sadness stepped in

I can’t protect myself
From one of them

I will be just happy
For sadness to stem

Here is a happy song:

I love this old Barney song



Are They The Same?

Daily Prompt: Absolute Beauty
We’ve heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

Adil’s friend Noor had invited him for dinner at his house. Adil’s wife had died suddenly about a year back. Noor and his family were very much interested in him, as a prospective husband for his un married sister. The family wanted to have a close look at Adil.

After dinner, over cups of green tea, the talk turned to Adil’s two children. He thought that his children were the loveliest in the world. He voiced it, as he extracted a photo from his wallet to show them.

The family didn’t see any extra ordinary beauty in the children, as they all turn by turn stared at the photo. The four year girl had a prominent nose, and the two year old boy had a rather large head.

Noor decided to visit Adil. He had not seen him for quite some time, and wanted to check on his friend. In front of Adil’s house two children were playing. Noor called out to them with a friendly hello.

The children turned at the sound of his voice. He was struck with astonishment at the beauty of both children. He suddenly realized, that they were the same children he had seen earlier in the black and white photo of Adil.



Common sense

Daily Prompt: Overload Alert
“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” —
Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?

Looking into the mirror shows the laughter lines near my eyes, and mouth.

Looking into magazines, and news on Yahoo, BBC, ads scream at me to try their wonder serums, and creams.

The ads show decades old celebrities with their forever young faces. I look (secretly yearn) unbelievingly at their smooth (not a line mar them), beautiful faces.

The creams, and serums must be marvelous. The drawback is their prices. My heart rate goes up.

Do I buy what I see?
Common sense prevails. I don’t have to believe.



There Is a Reason

Daily Prompt: Curve Balls
When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?


I have my sunny days, and I have my black days. When it’s the latter everything seems doom, and gloom. I feel nothing will go right in my life.

On one of those days, my son (trying to cheer me up) told me a story.

There was a king, and he had a wazir. Unfortunately the king met with a mishap. Part of his one finger got cut off. The king was naturally very, very upset. At this the wazir should have kept quiet (which would have been a wise thing), instead he said, “this must have happened for a good reason. God must have something better for you in his mind”.

As kings are (in stories), the king in this story was outraged, and all chuffed up in anger at the wazir’s quotation. The poor wazir was promptly put in a dark dungeon with little food, and water. He was shackled, and his bed was a cold, damp floor. How he survived? Anybody’s guess!

A few days latter the king, and his courtiers went on a hunting trip. The whole party got caught by a group of cannibals. One by one the king’s entourage got eaten. The king’s turn came.

He was examined to find out whether he was good for eating, and they found him damaged goods, because of his cut finger. The cannibals did have some eating standards (like we all have! 😄), and eating a man minus a digit was not the done thing. The king was free to go.

When the king reached his kingdom, he put forth orders for the release of his wazir. The wazir was called, and the king said to him, “I now believe in what you said to me, but how do you explain your imprisonment?

“If you had not put me in prison, I would have gone with you, and got eaten by the cannibals.”

We should be thankful to God, and with setbacks in life, shouldn’t lose hope.



To – Do? Done!

Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to – do list.

1. Return notes to Shazia.
2. Choose a dress for the coming Eid.
3. Eating favorite Ice – cream.
4. Visit aunty Farah.
5. See a movie.

Esme hurried to cross the road. She had so many things lined up. She had finished her final paper. It wasn’t possible for today, but by tomorrow she could go, and visit Shazia, and return all the notes she had taken from her.

For now, when she reached home, she was going to choose a dress for the coming Eid-ul-Duha, which was less than a month away. Mother had badgered Esme to order the dress, but she kept on saying, “after the exams”. So that was the first priority.

Then next on the agenda was having her favorite ice-cream with mother; a concoction of pecans, and caramel. She was going to enjoy each spoon full.
Sheer bliss!

She looked forward to visiting aunty Farah. She hadn’t seen her adorable cousins Maira, and Farwa for some time. She missed their lively chatter.

Finally, Esme planned to stay up late, and watch the latest movie she had ordered.

Now she was hurrying to cross the road. She spun in slow motion, as the car hit her, scattering what she held in her hands.

So much for plans!





Daily Prompt: Soulful Machines
Machines, appliances, and gadgets sometimes feel like they have their own personalities –from quirky cars to dignified food processors. What’s the most “human” machine you own?


I stood alone, mournful, and dejected

Despair ness surrounded me

Life stretched empty, and forlorn

With the waves of time, it was ebbing away

Would it rejuvenate?

The shadows fled, and light came on

Life came back with a rebound

My beloved iPad

Brought me laughter, and sunshine

News and stories from around

Life has become a merry go round



Voice Work

Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?


My first choice will be M3, my grand daughter. She has a lovely voice. She is into videos, and short narratives. I am sure she will do me proud with my blogs’ audiobook. If for some reason she declines, I will ask my grandson IB.

IB’s favorite stance

IB is a very articulate fellow. The only drawback is: he is too young for this sort of thing. So I will have to wait till he is a teenager.

He owes me for the way he badgers me into playing games with him. Like, last night I was sitting and lost in reading. He made me give it up, “please Dado come with me.”
“Why? I am reading “
“If you are with me, Sn (the second brother) won’t harass me. He is doing it now.”

So we went, and IB as a wizard galloped on a horse to faraway lands, and I was the watchdog.