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My Youngest Grandchild


Today I scolded my granddaughter (ten months old) by calling her gunda baccha. It means dirty child in Urdu. She has the bad habit of throwing whatever she is eating on the floor. Then she tries to get out of her baby chair by squirming first, and then crying. Once she is on the floor, she scoots herself to the fallen food, and eats it. It must have gathered something from the floor to make it more appetizing.

I’m like forever cleaning the area, so that whatever she eats from the floor won’t make her sick. Yesterday we had to eat out, because it was lunch time. We had a bunch of errands to run beside her mother getting a booster for her Covid shot. We sat outside, and the dear child wanted to be on the floor, so that she could eat all the appealing dirt secretly signaling to her to get down. Though she didn’t get her heart wish.

We have to block her way onwards to the stairs. At the upper end of the stairs, Son has installed a gate, but at the lower end the stairs are too wide, there is no way for a gate to be added. We put different obstacles to block the way. Maryam’s favorite pastime is to head towards the stairs, and try to climb them. We try to be vigilant, but one day she climbed them. Thank God she didn’t fall down.

When she doesn’t want to interact with you, she won’t even look at you, but if you are sitting at the dining table, and eating something, she climbs up into your lap, and demands to be fed. She eats with all of us. Usually I’m the last one to join, but as soon as she sees me, she gets down from her parents’ lap, and clamors to be held by me.

One evening I was standing by my chair, she crawled to my side, and held on to my legs. I picked her up, and continued to talk to her parents without sitting down to eat my food. She waited for like ten minutes, and then bursts into tears. Oh God! I realized she wanted to eat from my plate. I prefer her to sit in her baby chair, not in my lap, as it’s easier to feed her. She thinks her grandma must be eating something different from her parents, so she must sample whatever I have. Once satisfied, she decides to climb down, and crawls away.

If the door of my room is closed, she tries to call me to open the door. If I don’t answer, she keeps a vigil, and patiently wait outside. She doesn’t talk yet except for the words Baba (her father), Ma (her mother), and Da (me).

Her childhood is the sweetest time for us to enjoy. Once children grow up they turn into aliens.

A Day to Remember

Second August is fast approaching. It was the day I took farewell from my husband. This year is the sixth, since he parted from my children, and I.

He was changing clothes, when I remarked blithely, “You look smart having a lovely flat stomach”.

Nola (daughter) had a dream when she was a little girl. She came to me with tears running down her face, and whispered to me as she looked at her father a bit fearfully, “He hasn’t changed, is he?”

“What do you mean?” I whispered back.

“In my dream I saw he isn’t my father. He is an alien really”.

Nola and her brother had been watching a series about aliens on tv in those days. She had a nightmare, so now she thought her father had turned into an alien. The children, and I were living away from my husband in Quetta, Baluchistan because of their studies. He would come for a day, or so to visit us, and then back to his duty in Larkana, Sind, where his brigade was stationed.

Thinking about a solution I told Nola, “Watch his stomach. If it’s still big, then he isn’t an alien”. Nola was reassured, and was all smiles for the day.

Coming back to the day in 2012 when I admired my husband’s stomach, he looked strangely at me for a few seconds, and then said, “Would you like it, if it was yours?”. I was embarrassed at my own stupidity, and felt tongue tied. His stomach had been removed because of stomach cancer, and those were his last days with us before he died.

The Aliens Did It


When I came to live with my son, and family, I wanted a separate bathroom. I was willing to pay for it to be built. They had other ideas. They want to move to a different locality, because of a possible re-zoning of their youngest son’s school.

I share a bathroom with H, and Sn (the two eldest ones). At present my most hated job is picking their hair. It wouldn’t have been bad, if they cleaned after themselves. They don’t, and I am left to clean the debris of their aftermath. The other day the sink gave up. My son got out his snake cleaner, and did the job. It took better part of a day.

Before going to bed when I used the bathroom, new hair were lying in place. I picked the lot with a tissue. But the water refused to go down. Giving up, I sat at the edge of the bathtub, and washed my face. The outcome was, I splashed more water on my clothes than on my face.

I have tried to talk to them, but they deny it’s their hair. At present I can only say,  “someone from outer space must be the culprit”.

Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

Don’t Want a Change

Daily Prompt: New Wrinkles
You wake up one day and realize you’re ten years older than you were the previous night. Beyond the initial shock, how does this development change your life plans?

I will totally freak out, if I wake up and see myself ten years older. It will be more agreeable, if I could be ten years younger. If you see pictures of me before 2012 (2011-2012: the hardest years of my life) and the year 2013, you will see a terribly altered face.

I mentally cringe when I look into a mirror now, add ten years, and I am quite certain I wouldn’t like to look into a mirror, ever again.

I remember reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens at the age of nine. I couldn’t fathom a character (Miss Havisham) who remained in a dark room with candles. I wondered why she did it?
Now I know: she didn’t like to see her wrinkles. (Just joking)

I will like it more if I wake up, and see myself ten years younger. Naturally the others in the house will also become younger. I will enjoy my elder two grandsons (except for IB who wouldn’t be born yet).

They are now practically young, alien creatures, who only grunt, and speak in monosyllables. My ears (in their vicinity my ears stop working, and I start wondering whether I need hearing aid) catch undistinguishable sounds only.

Oh Oh Oh ……… I suddenly remember I don’t want to to be ten years younger even. I had nine years of complete misery from 2003-2012, because of a medical condition.

Ugh…..I don’t want a change.


Life of Sheen

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