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If Lingering On


If lingering on was an option

Moments liked, would have stretched them

To days that never ended

When my husband was alive, I used to look forward to going on holidays. It used to be an escape from the daily routine of my life. My life in those days was pretty much hectic, and very tiring.

When the day for departure would dawn, I would love every minute that passed. It was a day of relief from the humdrum of my life. I used to be very happy on the day we were leaving home.

And on the day we were returning home, I would miss the days we spent away from home.



Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?

A Long Way to Go


I wouldn’t want only one person specifically to read my blog. I would like all of you out there to read my blog.

Among my relatives only three people read my blog —- FJ (my son-in-law), Nola (my daughter), and my sister. That’s it.

In the beginning when I started writing I told one, or two people to read my blog, gave them the flowersandbr……….. address, and axed my own feet. I never did that again. If it was possible to go back in time, I would gladly undo. But travel in time is just fictional, so I guess I can’t do that. Alas!


Singular Sensation

If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

Ring of Fire-2


I had bought different gauges of wire, chemical solutions in four colors, and two shades of green papers. I was all set to go to a friend’s house to learn from her the mystery of making the flowers.

In those days every other home had the flowers framed, and hanging. I learnt how to make the flowers, but I never made a framed picture of them, because I didn’t want them any longer.

We (the children, and I) were living in Quetta, while my (late) husband R was in Sukkur. When R was at home, I would make two dishes (for lunch, and dinner) early in the morning before ten o’clock, so as to have the rest of the day for other activities. Since R wasn’t at home, so one dish sufficed for us.

My friend Farida’s children, and mine were more, or less the same age. My children accompanied me to Farida’s home. 

Farida explained to me how the flowers were made. It was super easy. You only had to bend the wires into various shapes for petals, leaves and stems, and dip them into the solution.

By the time we finished it was lunch time. Farida insisted we stay for the meal. I sent my son home (we lived near by) to fetch the Zucchini meat dish I had made for our lunch. All of us converged on the dinning table.

I put a serving spoon full of what Farida had made for lunch in my plate. After the first bite my eyes were watering, and my nose started running. Blindly I gulped a glass full of water down my throat. Even another glass didn’t do the trick of extinguishing the fire in my mouth and throat. 

My children, and I ate our own food. While we found our hostess dish too fiery,  ours’ was too bland for their taste, and liking.

To each his own, that was proven.


Ring of Fire

Do you love hot and spicy foods or do you avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring?

I’m Getting Nowhere


I am the same whether writing, or speaking to someone. Sometimes I have a lot to say —- at other times I freeze up. I have trouble communicating words, and thoughts. In a blink of an eye simple words disappear from my mind, and I am left wondering “where did they go?”

In mid sentence I stop “what was I saying?”

My mind goes blank, and embarrassed I say, “sorry I forgot!”


It’s a Text, Text, Text, Text World

How do you communicate differently online than in person, if at all? How do you communicate emotion and intent in a purely written medium?

Enough is Enough

When was the last time you were ready to throw in the proverbial towel? Did you end up letting go, or decided to fight on anyway?


I choose not to run
Stay on and endure
The hardships, and the slights
Please God, let me be strong
Brave the hammers to my heart
I don’t want to let go
I will last


A New Year

New Skin
If you could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “you” — a member of a different species, someone from a different gender or generation, etc. — who would you choose to be?


Who will I choose? Let us see

I have to think — what could I be

A bird 🐧, a flower 🌷, or a tree 🌴

Or choose to be

Who I am 😊, as you see

The life I have lived hasn’t been a smooth ride

But God has been kind, as kind He could be

I beg for God’s Mercy for the years ahead

And let me be grateful for His Kindness to me


Fruit Yogurt Ice Cream

Daily Prompt: Flavor#32
A local ice cream parlor invites you to create a new wacky flavor. It needs to channel the very essence of your personality. What’s in it?


Oooooooh! My kind of ice cream. That will be fun.

Ice cream is one thing which I can’t resist. I confess I don’t have an iron will. It’s better to stay away from sugary things. I do give in to temptation occasionally. Diabetes run in the family. My mother had it, and my two brothers. Knowing sugar is not good for me (I avoid it), I have tea without sugar. When I make any dessert I add the minimum amount to it.

If a parlor wanted to cater to my taste, I would like the ice cream to be made with yogurt, fruit, nuts and praline (for the crunchy taste).

It is easy to make. Take yogurt (I eat yogurt made at home), nuts (walnuts, almonds), mixed fruit (strawberries, pineapple, mango, bananas, peach, apricots, whatever you prefer), and praline. Mix and put it in a freezer. That’s it.

For children add cream and sugar. Make the ice cream in an ice cream maker. Once made leave it in the freezer till it is required.

Fruit Yogurt Ice Cream

What I Need

Daily Prompt: Breathing Room
An extra room has been magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?


I will opt for a bathroom. It’s the one I badly need. I miss my attached bath in my home country. Here I share the bath with the three youngsters.

My husband over the years, addicted me to a separate bath for myself.

During the years he was in service, wherever we were posted, he preferred a separate bath for himself. Where as I used the master bath, he would use a guest one. If there were guests, he and I would share. But that was rare, because we always had surplus bathrooms.

Mornings I rush to the bathroom before it is taken. I do feel victorious in getting to it on time. If I am late by five minutes, I have to trudge despondently downstairs to the half bath.

The next rush to the bathroom happens in the evening. We all have to say the evening prayer, that is Maghreb. The evening prayer has to be said in a period slot of twenty minutes. If I am a little bit tardy, the eldest H occupies it. Wait….wait…..and wait. Once he is in, he forgets. Why? The iPhone keeps him occupied. Guess! Who is the culprit? Correct, the iPhone.

The third clash of timing happens at night. If I laze around after coming back from walk, then I can say bye to the bathroom, cause H is there ruminating.

To pass the waiting period, I pick up a book, or check my iPad, and forget that I am waiting for my dear H to come out. The second one, Sn gets the privilege to occupy the hot spot, along with his iPhone. I get back to reading, and that’s how I am always late for sleeping on time.

What I Need

Getting Over Obsession

Daily Prompt: What Do You Obsess Over?
Have you ever become obsessed with something? Tell about something that captivates your attention like nothing else.


I have worked out my obsessions. I used to be obsessed with buying shoes, jewelry, bags, collecting crockery, books, gardening, crafts, knitting, playing games and cleanliness.

The cleanliness bit was a nightmare. When I stopped having anyone to clean the house for me, my life became a misery. We do get a lot of dust storms, where I used to live.

I would make everything spick and span, by next day again, dust would take over. I would kill myself with cleaning. I used to be exhausted. I made myself a schedule. Once a week, I would clean thoroughly. For the rest of the week, I would give a quick flip over to places more used, like the kitchen and living room. That way I made my life bearable.

Getting Over Obsession

Reach High

Daily Prompt: Express Yourself!
Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?


Learning to draw, learning to write
And for the poetry, to shine bright
What’s going to happen? No one knows
Hope for the dreams, to stay all right

This talk is between the duffer and the wise one in me.

“At one thing I am good!”
“At what?”
“Is it okay if I brag a teeny bit?”
“No…….it’s not the done thing, you moron!”
“Okay I won’t.”

I love Needlework and Craft. I was always doing one project or the other, but now I don’t want to burden my eyes, so I have given it up.

Reach High

Life of Sheen

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