Someday

Someday everything will become right

The smog over the cities will disappear 

Streets will be clean

No one will throw trash at every corner

Load shedding will be a thing of the past

The people in power won’t be a crooked lot

And they will truly care

Someday ……….

(Sheen-January 2017)

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Someday

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Cling

I never liked silken clothes. The thing was they were highly impractical. In summer one wilted in them feeling warm, and uncomfortable. In winters it was totally the opposite. One shivered in them feeling cold. They wouldn’t keep one warm.

On wedding occasions if you didn’t wear silk you felt odd one out among the women folk. All would be wearing shinning new silken clothes. On many occasions I got glances from the other guests for being comfortably clad in cotton in winters, or lawn clothes in summer. 

Wearing silk in winters was a dilemma. The clothes clinged to the body, because of the static in them. Another thing is spending money on dry cleaning them – you can’t wash them. Once washed they lose the shinning look, and look like rags. 

While ironing them, I had to take care not to damage them. I recently burnt a shalwar while getting ready to attend a wedding. I had to scoure the market for the same shade of color, and not getting it. I had to buy it in white, and had to pay exorbitant amount to have it dyed in the shade I needed.

I know I will never get to like silk clothes. To me it is a waste of money.

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Cling

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Shine



When my children were very young, they wouldn’t get up to get ready for school. I would pull the curtains aside to let morning light in. I would give them a peck on the cheeks, and say, “Rise and shine”, in a sing song voice.

It would take repeated efforts on my part to wake them up. Once they started their morning prayers, they began waking on their own. I stopped saying rise and shine, and totally forgot saying that.

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Shine

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Infinite 


Last year when I came back to Peshawat for a short while, I broke my bedside night lamp beyond repair. I should have removed it from harm’s way. I was in a hurry to vacuum the area around my bed, and bed table. It’s cord got entangled with the vacuum cleaner’s attachment. I wanted to snatch back the time before it broke. 

This year I did the same thing. While cleaning I grabbed the momento of the fort given to my late husband at a farewell party. Thankfully the plastic side of the covering can be rejoined with the magic formula available in the market. 

I should take infinite care while I’m cleaning,  which clearly I don’t. Let’s hope I don’t break any other precious thing. My husband used to say when I would be upset over breaking something , “Don’t grieve over breakable things. These things don’t last, and they are replaceable”. 

Infinite

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Float

…..

I float in the memories of bygone times

Comeback to them for instant replays

They are wonderful, joyful and sweet

Keeps me occupied some days

To foray into memories I close my eyes

They come back rushing, and replays

(Sheen-January 6,2017)

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Float

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Tempted

It’s more than a week now since my stomach is in the doldrums. It isn’t getting better. I am tempted to have my morning cup of tea. Even that’s off limits. Bananas, and rice are my fate. I want to escape them, but don’t know how.

Yesterday I was super excited  to make a roti (flat bread) on the girdle. I had made a batch of mutton curry with green peas. The smell of it, while it was cooking was heavenly. I ate it, relishing every spoon full. At the same time I was worried whether it would stay in the stomach. It didn’t. Today it’s back to eating rice.

My sister consoled me on the phone with the cryptic remark that I should be glad that I am losing weight, because of sickness. It’s not the same — feeling sick, or losing weight willingly. 

What do you think?

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Tempted

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Crossing

The bus from Delhi, India

Last week when my daughter, family and I were in Lahore, we visited the Pakistan, India border. It’s known as Wagah. Nola’s children wanted to see the daily changing of guards, lowering of flags in the evening, and the gate closing between both the countries. 

In the above photo  you can see the rear of the bus crossing the border into Pakistan. The passengers waved at the people. I caught the photo at the last minute. Among the passengers were Sikh too who were going to visit Guru Nanak’s Gurdwara near Lahore. Their Guru is buried there. Every year they visit it.

As a momento my daughter gave me a cup. It has a picture of us on both sides, showing her, the children, her husband and I are flanked by two Rangers of Pak Army.

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Crossing

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