You Can Always Go Home

Daily Prompt: we all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?


I liked Jason Mraz’s song “I’ll never give up”. It felt like about my own resolve not to give up on my husband’s condition.

This year I liked “93 Million Miles”. I was missing my home in Peshawar. Where Jason sings “You can always go home” made me happy.

Jason’s new album is out: Yes 2014

I only like the song from it “A World With You”

Here is a guitar lesson on Long Drive. The nails look terrible. You will have to ignore them. Probably he doesn’t have time to clean up.

You Can Always Go Home

Sand and Desert

Daily Prompt: Adult Visions
As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grown up (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?


From being a child to an adult, life gets changed
And the world of carefree is suddenly gone

Nothing magical remains, harsh realities take over
You leave your dreams, and they too are gone

Now where once was I, in a meadow green
It’s sand and desert, even the mirage is gone

Sand and Desert

Friendliness Is My Name

Daily Prompt: Middle Seat
It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train (or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist. Do you try to switch seats, go for a non committed brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?

Dear WordPress, why does your grid stops working now and then?
It happened to me yesterday, and it happens after every few days.

And now for the daily prompt:

I like it when someone next to me starts talking, when I am alone on a journey. How long one can read a book, or play games on an iPhone? My eyes gave up on me. It brightens up a boring time of waiting to reach the end of a journey.

About three months back on my visit to Boston, I sat next to a woman in the airport lounge. She was going to visit her son. She observed that I was alone, and was asking at the desk for flight information. She came to know we were on the same flight.

She started talking to me. Next we showed our respective spouse’s photos to each other. After that we shared our children’s pictures. Pity she wasn’t sitting next to me on the plane. We would have kept talking. We parted when the flight was announced.

While attending marriage ceremonies, sometimes I sit next to total strangers. We strike up a conversation, and enjoy ourselves, till I find my acquaintances.

At times I land in trouble. In Amsterdam, a woman with a child sat next to me in the airport lounge. We got talking. We had seats in the plane, next to each other. It wasn’t peaceful at all. The child kept whining and crying throughout the flight to New York. I had a splitting headache by the time the flight ended.

The woman asked me to help in carrying her bag. I agreed, but to my dismay she lagged quite a few places behind me. I was worried at carrying her bag. Suppose it was searched, and say anything not allowed was found. I was perspiring at the situation I had landed myself.

I gathered my courage, and ran back to her. I deposited her bag at her feet, muttered sorry, and rushed back to my place in line. The airport personal kept shouting at me angrily to pick up my bag, and not leave it behind. The woman was not indicating that it was her bag. Horrible!

Friendliness Is My Name


Daily Prompt: Can’t Watch This
When was the last time you watched something so scary, cringe worthy, or unbelievably tacky — in a movie, on TV, or in real life — you had to cover your eyes?


I easily get scared. Where does the source of my fear lie? I can guess it only; probably something must have happened in my childhood. I don’t have any recollection.

A few days back, I was totally immersed in a story on my iPad, oblivious to my surroundings. My daughter-in-law N poked her head inside my room, and said something. She was going out, and had come to tell me that she wouldn’t be home. I was startled, and jumped a mile by her sudden voice.

N was amazed at my reaction, and wanted to know why I got scared in the first place.

Actually I wasn’t expecting her. At hearing her, I jolted back into reality with a suddenness.

Yesterday I was alone in the kitchen. I was making a fresh salad for our evening meal. My son and I are the only two among the family of six people who crave a salad. The boys stuff themselves with cheese and potato Pakoras at Iftari, when we break our fast. They don’t want a salad with the evening meal.

At the kitchen sink, suddenly a hand (N’s hand) snaked forward while I was washing carrots. My reaction: I jumped on my toes, and gave a shiver.

Unexpected things do give me frights. I know there is nothing to fear, but I get alarmed easily.

I don’t watch horror movies, or read books if it’s horror genre. They give me the creeps. My heart hammers painfully, and I get goosebumps. I realize it’s make believe, but I can’t take it.’t-watch-this/


A Day On The Beach

Daily Prompt: Sudden Shifts
You’re at the beach with some friends and/ or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.


We had gone to a nearby beach for our Sunday outing. We had with us our lunch of Tuna fish sandwiches, water bottles and juices.

The children were excited at spending a day on the beach. They rushed with their pails and spades to the water edge, and started building their sand castle.

They put off eating their lunch. Why? Because on the way to the beach, they had stuffed themselves with Doritos, Nachos, Snickers and sweets. We watched the children build their sand castle, while we sat beneath our beach umbrella talking with each other.

All of a sudden black clouds overtook the sunny sky, and the day darkened. We were surprised when a hailstorm started. Men, women and children ran helter skelter to get some protection from the hail stones. They were quite big in size. Those who didn’t have umbrellas, took refuge by covering themselves with towels.

Thankfully it was over soon. It finished as quickly as it had started. A watery sun poked out it’s smiley face, and peered at us. People went back to enjoying their day at the beach.

A Day On The Beach

Give Thanks

Daily Prompt: From the Top
Today, write about any topic you feel like — but you must reuse your opening line (at least) two more times in the course of your post.


Thank you Allah for a peaceful day.

Theses are words often said by my son S at the end of a day. I don’t know in which world I exist. They would pass over my head. I would say a perfunctory repeat “Thank you Allah”, and that would be that.

Yesterday night while retracing our steps back home after our walk, he again said with a sigh “Thank you Allah for the end of a peaceful day”, I was reminded that I never say this. Then and there I resolved with myself that I will give thanks to God at the end of a day.

During the day from morning till night I do give thanks to God for various things. I had never given thanks for a peaceful day. It is a reprieve from God which we don’t realize.

Give Thanks

My Emblem

Daily Prompt: Object Lesson
Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?


I am known as, “The Umbrella Lady.” I carry an umbrella around with me. I am prone to acute sunburn. I am sure at some point in life you did get a sunburn, and how terrible it was. I envy other people who have no such problem

If you see my nose its’ top end surface looks burnt, whether I carry an umbrella or not.

I used to go out in the sun without any protection. I don’t use makeup. That offers a protection against the sun. I was so naive. When I was younger, or say my skin was younger, it didn’t matter to me. My face, neck would get sunburnt, but I would recover within two-three days.

Then my skin lost its ability to heal. I noticed black, burnt patches on my neck. I didn’t have any clue. I was so un-observant. I can kick myself for it.
Secretions oozed out from my cheeks and nose surface. That was when I realized something was terribly amiss.

A visit to the dermatologist revealed what had happened to my skin. My skin took a while to heal. I used sunblock (SPF 60) after that. I have noticed sometimes even that is not enough.

Now I have turned vigilant. When I step out, I use sunblock, and an umbrella.

My son laughs at me. He calls umbrella “Mama’s Symbol.”

My Emblem