Share Your World – January 2, 2017

Would you prefer to receive a unicycle, bicycle, tricycle or motorcycle?

A bicycle would be good enough for me, but I think my children would kick up a storm if they heard I have acquired one. Why? They will be worried that I may fall, and break a bone.

What is one thing you’d like to accomplish this year?
I would love to do some needlework. I haven’t done it for years now, and would like to gain heartfelt satisfaction in doing so. It was a hobby dear to my heart. 

What was one of the highlights of 2016 for you?

It was when I got my own place in Charlottesville, Virginia. I was over the moon. Friends, and family ask me, “Don’t you get bored when you are on your own?” Or “How do you exist?” To both questions the answer is no. I am now used to my own company, and time passes so quickly.

Would you prefer to fly a kite or fly in a hot air balloon?
I have never been in a hot air balloon, and would love to try it. I hope so — some day in the future. I look forward to it. 

Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Changing of the guards at Wagah border– the dividing gate between Pakistan, and India. To this side is the Pakistan Rangers, and the other side is Indian Army.

I am grateful to God for giving me time to spend with my daughter, and her family. Although it was a hectic schedule of traveling, but we got to see many places. With all that traveling I have got a runny nose, and a raging diarrhea. I am terribly sick, but still happy that I got to spend time with Nola. She has gone back, and I have only memories to keep me company.

I am looking forward to getting better, and eating proper food. At the moment I have rice, and bananas to eat. I miss my cup of tea. Due to lactose intolerance I can’t even have yogurt. 

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Share Your World – January 2, 2017

Share Your World – 2016 Week 46

Are you a traveler or a homebody? 

Both, but more a homebody. I enjoy home comforts. I am a reluctant traveler, but once on the road I start enjoying it. There are some places I would love to see, but only if one of my child is with me. I would hate to be on my own going to some far off place.

What kind of TV commercial would you like to make? Describe it.

I don’t like commercials. If I wanted to — it would be like those Google Doodles, which are like funny and creative. It would be imparting positive thoughts.

Describe yourself in a word that starts with the first letter of your name.

My real name starts with S. Shy and Sunny. 

My name means the early morning breeze, so with the rising sun, I am full of energy, and have a sunny disposition. In the evenings it declines, but is back in full force the next morning. I am a shy person. Sometimes I think it’s a curse, cause in instances where circumstances demand I should be bold, I try to hide back, which is a disadvantage I would like to get rid off.

List some fun things for a rainy day.

I love to walk in the rain. It is such an enjoyable thing to do. Coming back home after thoroughly getting cold, and chilled have Samosas and Chat to eat.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I am grateful for everything past, present and future in my life. I can only say Shukr Alhumdullilah which means Thank you God. Everyday is a bonus in my life. 

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Share Your World – 2016 Week 46

To Live Another Day

To survive a day I try emptying my mind

Think of nothing, but inevitably 

The troubling thoughts sneak right in

I push them and keep pushing them back

Willing myself to forget

Chanting to myself

I am happy —- I am happy

Trying to save my sanity

Trying to survive

Willing myself to live another day

(Sheen)
https://storiesthatmustnotdie.wordpress.com/2015/08/14/today-were-winning/

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How do you celebrate the survival of a day?
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What The Future Holds?

This is in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: DNA Analysis

My face reflects that of my father. When I was a child anyone who saw me would invariably remark to my father, “She looks just like you.” My father would look pleased. My father was fair in colour. He had thick jet black hair and black eyes which looked striking in his face. I differed with brown eyes and gold brown hair. It must have been the bone structure and over all resemblance that led to that remark. I don’t remember my mother’s looks as she died at quite a young age of twenty eight. Probably my brown hair and eyes came from my paternal Grandma.

I am five feet one inch. Both my parents were five feet ten inches tall. In height I went to Grandma. She was petite.

Grandma and my three aunts were very pretty, specially my younger two aunties were lovely with green eyes. I think I got my nose from my father. My father was my “Knight in Shinning Armor,” for a long time till I married my husband.

Everybody has a flaw. No one is perfect. Father was calm and cool so my quick temper must be from my mother. I will never know.

My cleanliness habits came definitely from father. He was a very clean and meticulous person. I am a maniac and try to kill myself on regular basis in cleaning my home from top to bottom. I have passed on the cleaning gene to my daughter. She complains regularly about it to me. I should know. It is extremely tiring.

I am a very shy person. My face flames a fiery red in a few seconds. I have a too expressive face. I wish it was not so. People familiar with me can gauge my feelings from the expressions on my face. If I am trying to hide something my face turns red. I can’t fathom from where that came, because grandma, father, uncles and aunts weren’t shy at all.

My dimples got passed on to my son, but my daughter and grand daughters got my voice. My husband’s voice is echoed in my son’s and grandsons voices. My children’s feet and grandsons feet are ditto copies of my husband’s feet. Even their hands are copies of my husband’s hands. Can you imagine my son and grandsons have twenty eight teeth each, exactly like my husband? My daughter and I, we both have thirty two teeth.

My husband had sea green eyes. Both the children got their eye color from me. One of my grandson has got green eyes but their color is lighter.

My husband and I were good at studies. Both of us got scholarships to college. Our children surpassed us by being Gold Medalists. My husband was a Maths Wiz. Both my children got the Math gene from him. My husband’s friends used to think that I was the person who imparted those critical genes. I must confess I didn’t.

In reality I hated Maths. It was compulsory for Science students to take Elective Maths in higher classes. To this day I have nightmares. My Math teacher glares at me in my dreams and I am unable to find solutions to Algebra and Trignometry. I am there with bowed head and shaking nerves.

My husband was diabetic. He had open heart surgery and he died of stomach cancer. The medicines which he took after his heart surgery contributed to his having cancer. Please, who ever has heart problems should closely check their medicines.

I do worry about my children getting these diseases. I feel apprehensive about the future.

What the future holds for me?

I can only put my trust in God and hope the two people most important in my life, my SON and my DAUGHTER are there for me till I am alive.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/writing-challenge-dna/
What The Future Holds?

A Little Girl’s Story

The girl in the picture reminds me of myself at that age. My elder brother (he was eight years elder than me) and I, we used to be the only two people at home. Our mother had died a few years earlier, and our father was immersed in his work. He spent little time with us. He left us usually to our own devices as to how we spent our time. It was our summer break.

My brother had brought me to this play area in the park. I had great fun in riding on Tigger, Winnie the Pooh and Rabbit. There was a green Thingy, looking mean with a long nose. I didn’t like him one bit even. My brother was talking to some boys his age. I never noticed when he walked away. I was busy enjoying the rides. I didn’t realize he was no longer there. When I alighted I didn’t see him. I was near tears, feeling panicky and wondering where he was?

I kept waiting where he left me. I was feeling all horrible, wondering how I will reach home when I realized someone was speaking to me. “Little girl would you like a cold Icee?” I turned and saw a man smiling down at me. Remembering what my brother used to tell me, “Never accept anything from strangers,” I told him, “No, thank you.” But insides me I would have loved a cold drink. “Have you come here alone?” He asked again, darting glances here and there. I didn’t like him at all, like the green thingy. I don’t know what made me say, “See, there is my father,” I pointed to a man standing in a group, a little away from us. That made him slunk away. I didn’t like telling a fib but my brother had told me never to talk with strangers.

That was the longest hour of my life. Meanwhile my brother after meeting his friends totally forgot about me. He reached home when he realized where he had left me. It must have shaken the life out of him. When he came back, at the sight of his face I burst into tears. He was himself fighting tears, as he hugged me. In his heart he must have been thanking God, who watched over me and kept me safe.

http://daily post.wordpress.com/2013/08/19 Writing Challenge-1000-words-four/
A picture is worth a 1000 words.
A Little Girl Story