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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.


Mentors I had none except for magazines

I had to rely on the old me

Throughout childhood, and my teens

Now I have my iPad which does the trick

And show me what’s to be seen

I trust none except for my God

Who is truly unseen



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I look at my youngest grandson IB, and my heart bleeds. What is happening in his life is tragic. My only pray is that everything good comes his way.

He plays by himself. Yesterday he made a house for himself on top of the sofa, using the old quilt he carries around with him.  At night time he made a window at the front to watch tv. As I stood in the kitchen, trying to decide what to cook for dinner, IB asks, “Can I help you Dado?

When I asked him what he wanted to do, he wanted to cut the onions and tomatoes for me. 

Yesterday my son and I were looking for a car for me. We asked IB to come along with us, and told him when he grows up and looks for a car of his own the knowledge will help him. His reply, “the cars you are looking at won’t be the same. I will be wasting my time. There will be flying cars by then”. 

Maybe what he says with the innocence of childhood comes true. 




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The Wonders of Childhood

As a child wandering in our enclosed backyard, each thing — a leaf, tiny twigs fallen from the trees, butterflies, ladybugs, a blade of grass and the yellow daisies all were a source of great fascination. I was like an explorer observing any going ons in my tiny kingdom.

I remember crouching down to a hole in the ground. To my eyes it looked gigantic, and beckoned me to explore. I was freshly scrubbed and attired by mother and admonished not to get dirty. Who remembered to keep clean?  A childhood memory is so flimsy.

It was an anthill– a home to large black ants. I avidly watched the scurrying of busy ants as they went along their assigned duties given to them by their king or queen.

They paid me no attention. They may have wondered at the huge creature (me) in their midst. I poked a finger in the path of one ant. It promptly bit me, while two, three others joined in the fun. I cried at the intense pain as I tried to shake them off. I ran inside our house. Mother must have been annoyed at the dirt encrusted frock but didn’t say anything as she dried my tears.




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No Time For It

I have to take care of today, which what really matters. I don’t live in the past, and I don’t have time to ponder over my childhood. Please bear in mind that the novelty of a prompt is no longer there when repeated all over again. I need a home to return to Houston. I am racking my brain to raise money to get one.

I am trying to sell the village property which my late husband gifted to me in lieu of marriage. I know what it’s worth, but people think I maybe a dimwit, or think being desperate, I will accept a low, laughable offer.

It’s just like in Galveston TX. Outsiders who visit the place, fall in love with it and buy a spot. When they need to leave — no one comes forward, and in the end it has to be left like that.


Childhood Revisited

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.


When Childhood Ends

My childhood ended at age five. The love and security ended with mother’s death. Father couldn’t cope with one teenager and four young ones on his own. We all got divided. Suddenly we didn’t have a home.

My three year old brother and I, got sent with uncle who was father’s younger brother. I grew up the instant we started living with uncle and aunt. I became a mother to my younger brother, looking after him and shielding him from being kicked or slapped by our cousins.

A few months later father came to see us. I kept crying till he agreed to take us along with him. 



When Childhood Ends

Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).


My Mom and I

I open the door, and step out. On my left is my mother, whom I have not seen since childhood. I don’t even wonder why she is here, and what am I doing holding her hand?

She is wearing a gray-black cloak. Neither her face is visible, or the hand I am holding onto. 

Outside it’s bright sunshine, but I don’t feel warm, or cold. The land beneath my feet is dry scrub land. There is no one else besides ourselves.

I keep on prattling to my mother. I am not feeling any apprehension as to where she is taking me.

Suddenly we are going into darkness, down underground. I am still not afraid. Although I am in darkness, I can see the sunshine outside. Then I see my husband, who is calling me. At this point I am wondering why can’t he see me? Why can’t he find me? Why can’t he hear me?

This dream I saw 6-7 years back. My mother died in my childhood, and I never saw her till this dream. When I saw this dream I thought I will be dying, but I am alive, and my husband is dead.


Just a Dream

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.