Category Archives: Family

Uniform

I’m in the final stages of doll making for my three years old grand daughter M5. I made an initial mistake in not noticing that a contrast wool was needed for the dress. I didn’t look up the pattern properly, otherwise I wouldn’t have missed it. 

Yesterday I stitched the doll’s hair to it’s head. The hair are not of uniform length. Some are short, while others long. M5 asked why her doll was having blue hair? Blue hair looked more pretty, and matched it’s shoes. Now M4 who is eight years old is asking for a similar doll. She is more into boyish pursuits, eternally following TJ (brother) around.  I never thought she would be interested in a crocheted doll. I will have to find time to make one for her too.

Son was busy, and wasn’t free to go with me to the shops. I do need the contrast wool, a tapestry needle, buttons for the eyes, and red embroidery thread for making the mouth of the doll. I’m so used to Son accompanying me on drives for the past one year, I hesitate in driving alone.


M4

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Uniform

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Brassy

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My maternal aunt used to cook rice in a huge brassy pot. She is the same one who bugs me in my nightmares. Actually it was made of copper. She liked to say that food made in copper pots tasted better. She was right in a way– her Biryani and Zarda were the best. No other mortal could possibly make them like her.

Besides the copper pot, another essential item used was coal. The Biryani was cooked on coals. I used to think I would never be able to make meals like her. Imagine burning coal, and how messy it is.

She always had an outside kitchen built in a new home. Her cooking was an art by itself, and uncle enjoyed the best of dishes. She went to a lot of trouble on cooking like grinding the spices herself. Fortunately she had servants who dealt with the aftermath of cooking, or the beginning by getting the coals ready for burning.

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Catapult 

In my nightmares I am catapulted to the year I lived in uncle’s home. It wasn’t even a year, only ten months. When father died, my two younger brothers, sister and I were underage. The court granted custody to our older paternal uncle as a guardian. Our this uncle was married to our maternal aunt. 

I escaped uncle’s home by accepting marriage to my late husband, but my siblings had a prolonged, miserable living with uncle, and his family. Sometimes my sister, and I reminisce about those times in our lives. She has terrible nightmares, worse than me. 

In my dreams, I am back in uncle’s home. Aunt is glaring at me, and telling me off. The feelings of dread, and despair weighs down my heart, and I’m back to an unhappy existence.

I wake up, and feel totally disoriented, “Where am I?” Then the realization strikes that I am no longer living that life. I feel happy, and breathe a sigh of relief. It has been many years, but the dream still occurs. 

In my world sorrow, and happiness exists side by side.

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Maze

I have been driving in Houston since October, but the roads still seem a maze to me. The worse thing is I keep forgetting the names, or keep mixing them to the annoyance of Son. He relishes it when he can count it as one mistake. Ten mistakes– and I have to make him a dish of baked chicken drumsticks.

We had to buy some gifts. While returning home, Son asked me the usual question, “What is this road called?” Answer was “Ah aa a!” He was gleeful. Nola (daughter) is on a very short visit to us (she saw her brother after a gap of two years). She advised me, “Stall! Don’t answer immediately. Wait till you can see the name, then answer”.

Next time, I will try her advice.

She reminded him, “Mama is almost nineteen years older to you. Wait till you get there, then I am going to ask you”. 

Son forgets names of friends mostly, but I am too nice a person to rub it in.

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Exposed


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My marriage was an arranged one. I had never met the members of my late husband’s family, except for mother in law, and one sister in law. My marriage took place from my uncle’s home, as he was my guardian after father’s death. Uncle had arranged for their stay in an adjoining rest house. The in-laws had come from Charsadda, where as my husband to be flew directly from Rajshahi, as he was stationed there.

It was about 4am after the wedding night. I had come out from the bathroom, and was going to lie down, and catch further sleep, when the bedroom door opened, and the in laws entered unannounced into the bedroom. I was caught in my pjs. I felt exposed meeting my in laws that way without an attire of qameez shalwar ensemble, and without a dopatta covering my head.

No one had told me that they would be leaving the next day, or I was expected to meet them so early in the morning, otherwise I would have been more, or less prepared.

My brothers in law, one by one started with shaking my hand, while the sisters in law hugged, and kissed my cheeks. As suddenly as they had come, they waved goodbye, and left.

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Panicked 

As my yearly excursion to daughter draws nearer, I’m getting panicked. She wants me to spend the coming Eid with her. It’s still a month, and a half away. I wanted to beg her to let me off with visiting– but then she dropped a bombshell. She would be again moving further away. This was the deciding factor in buying a ticket to spend some time with her.

The thought of being subjected to the hassle at the airport throws me into panic. The only option left was traveling by road which is exhausting to say the least. 

The cartoons say it all.






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Perfume

Wondering what to give M1 (grand daughter) I bought a perfume for her as a gift. I showed it to her while we waited for her mom in the specs shop. She said she didn’t like it. I was embarrassed. Before buying it, I should have asked about her preferences. I didn’t– my fault. It was expensive. I couldn’t give it to someone else. I had bought it with her in my mind.

I had to walk –my feet were killing me, all the way in the Mall to get to the right shop to return the gift. I thanked my lucky stars that I showed it to M1, otherwise we would have to come all the way again from where we were staying.

I found it easy buying a perfume as a gift. What I liked was that it didn’t need more space in my suitcase in air travel. M1 turning down my gift made me realize that giving a perfume wasn’t a good idea at all. 

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