Call Me Sheen

How I got to be called SheenMeem? The dear inventor in this case is my elder brother whom I call Lala. He took the first letter from my actual name which is Sheen (ش) in Urdu language and S in English, and the last letter in my name which is Meem (م) in Urdu and M in English. He put them together. He likes to draw out both the words as in Urdu.

Whenever Lala visits me and I am not found outside on the lawn, near the entrance to the house or in the garage, (all these places normally I am not found there) he calls She…e…e….n Me…e……e..m He keeps calling till I materialize in front of him. By this time he is red in face and getting angrier by the minute, as to why I am not there when his Lordship deigned to visit me.

I try to explain, “I didn’t know you were going to be here,” but to no avail. He deems that I should have some extra sensory cells concerning him, to find out his untimely arrival at my place. Maybe I am saying my prayers or upstairs (takes time to trip down) or in the bathroom. All these explanations, he brushes them aside.

He should phone me, shouldn’t he? He doesn’t normally but once in a while when he does, (wonders of wonders) he doesn’t come at the specified time. I do get annoyed with him but I try to put up with him. You see he is my only brother alive, the other two died.

There, the doorbell is ringing. I better hurry and answer the door first, maybe there is Lala on the other side.

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Giving A Sign

Back in the nineties I made a small wall hanging from Needlework and Crafts. One one side I made balloons with patchwork and embroidery. They were multi colored. On this side I embroidered the words, “I Am Happy.” On the other side rain was falling. I embroidered the words, “I Am Sad.” After completing it I hanged it in my kitchen. When I was in a good mood I displayed the “I Am Happy” sign, but when my husband quarreled with me I displayed the rain side.

When he would see the sad notice he would try to make amends and sooner or later we would be talking again the quarrel forgotten. That hanging was my announcement to him. Gradually I stopped using it. The “I Am Happy” sign kept on being displayed whether I was happy or not.

One day I realized the “I Am Sad” sign was hanging. I changed it to the other side. While returning to the kitchen I saw it was flipped again. Earlier in the day we had a minor disagreement and I had stopped talking to him. At that moment he entered the kitchen and seeing the hanging in my hands tried to hide his smile. I looked at him and started laughing. He had resorted to using my sign. I gave him a hug, forgiving him.

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Will You Be My Friend?

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I will look out for you
Constantly and always
Finding paths of happiness
Trust and faith abiding
Walking hand in hand
Will you be my friend?

I will like you for always
As a true friend who will care
Sharing my world with you
Feelings and thoughts to bare
Hearing what you say
Lighting life like a sun ray
Will you be my friend?

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Only There Are Memories


The smell is heavenly
A lovely smell
Heart breaking and evocative
Memories well

I try to catch it
Taking deep breaths
Elusive and enticing
Is the smell

Transports me to a world
Which exists no more
The world of my childhood
I can’t enter no more

Alas! I can’t have
I want it with fervor
The gates are closed
Gone forever

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Daily Prompt Smell you later

Back To Houston

Photo taken from the cabin

Yesterday I came back to Houston. Reaching home I saw my grand son IB still sitting at the dinning table, trying to finish his breakfast. A solitary figure, watching cartoons at the same time.It was past eleven. I made my own and sat down next to him. I was hungry. I had got up at three in the morning to come via shuttle to the airport. My son in law carried my one piece of luggage. He saw to everything and waited patiently till I got out of his sight in the waiting line to security check up.

I finished my tea. IB was still sitting trying……. I asked him,”Why don’t you finish your breakfast?” He gave me a smile and went on lethargically picking at things. I told him he was getting reduced in size by not eating. He got up from the table. He pulled his tee shirt up, bunched his flat stomach in his hands and said, “See, I am having baby fat here, I don’t feel like eating.”

Only God knows who put the crap in his head.


Life of Sheen

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