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Memories Fade Out

Daily Prompt: Sixteen Tons
How do you feel about your job? Do you spring out of bed, looking forward to work? Or, is your job a soul destroying monotony of pure drudgery or somewhere in between?


Today’s post brought memories of Tara and his job of cleaning.

My husband R was posted to Bannu. I was dismayed when I heard the news about our next destination. We packed our belongings, and so one fine day, we left Quetta for our new station.

Our son was again put in a hostel, while our daughter accompanied us.

The Flag Staff House allotted to us, was still occupied by the previous officer’s family, so we lived in the Officer’s Mess for a month.

The house was built in 1870. The Quaid, Mohd Ali Jinnah had stayed in one of the upper bedrooms, when he visited Bannu. This is one historical fact about the house, which I came to know.

The house had extensive grounds. An army of gardeners and sweepers tended the outside surroundings. The one person, who stands out in my memory, is Tara Masih.

He was a gentle, giant of a man, sweeping the outside with his broom. Without fail, he would come everyday to do his job of cleaning. Whenever I saw him, he would touch his cap deferentially at me. During the three years we spent there, I never saw him taking a break, like the others did.

He did his job of cleaning the grounds efficiently. There would be a smile on his face. When my daughter and I would come out for a walk, he would discreetly slip away to some other side.

Years later, my husband met him at an entrance to a hospital in Peshawer. R tried to slip some money into his hand. He refused to take it. R hugged him in parting.

Memories are like clouds
They weave in and out
You never know, what you will recall
While many memories will fade out

Memories Fade Out

Bring Me A Dream

Daily Prompt: Mr. Sandman
What kind of a sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?

Normally as soon as I am done with Isha Prayers and lie down on bed, I say my Azkars, I close my eyes and fall into sleep. But sometimes I become a prey to my worry demons. What do they do? They chase away my sleep.


Bring Me A Dream

I Will Never Grow Old

Daily Prompt: Young At Heart
What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get old?


Young at heart I will remain
I believe I will never grow old
Hope holds me together forever
Happiness takes me in it’s fold

Why should I grow old
Will banish anxiety from my heart
Age doesn’t matter, feelings do
I will let my worries depart

I Will Never Grow Old
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Try it and See

Daily Prompt: Three Coins in the Fountain
Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?

Trevi Fountain, Rome

The answer to the question is: No, I have never done a thing like that.
It would be silly to throw a coin in someone else’s fountain. I suppose I am too chicken hearted to face the owner’s wrath.

How it will be
To go to Italy
Throw coins in the fountain
Try it and see

Will my wishes come true
I will have to wait and see
It may take sometime
For the future to be

If I visit Italy, maybe I will be tempted to throw a coin in the fountain. As the old saying goes, “While in Rome, do what the Romans do.”

Try it and See
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Forgotten Music

Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo
What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?


I have forgotten names and songs. The past ten years of my life have been traumatic, with my own health issues, and my husband battling one disease after another.

Growing up I listened to British singers mostly. I have even forgotten their names. My likes keep on changing. I may like a single song of one singer or the other.

Today no one comes to mind, except Indian singer Kishore Kumar from across the border. I liked his songs while growing up. I still like his voice, despite the fact he passed away decades ago.

Forgotten Music

Getting Away

Daily Prompt: The Happy Wanderer
What’s your travel style? Are you itinerary and schedule driven, needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide.


For me, it was always a hassle to get away. I left everything to my husband R to plan, where we were going and our stay. My only job was to pack what I wanted to take along with me. Even if it was for two days, I would pack at least six outfits and four pairs of footwear. I could never travel lightly. So you can imagine, if it was for a week or two weeks, what I would be packing?

The back seat of the car would be a mound of my belongings. This would be an addition to the two bags already in the trunk of the car. Looking on, my husband would grind his teeth helplessly. It was useless to say anything to you know who?

It was unimaginable for me to forget my two pillows, my own towels and toiletries. My husband was the opposite of me. He travelled with minimal clothes. His things fitted into a small bag, which he zipped and put it in the car and would be done. Then his waiting would start.

Till last minute I would dash inside, to bring out something or the other in shopping bags, to fling them on to the growing mound on the back seat. It would go on getting higher, till it obscured R’s view of the back.

While hurrying, with my to and fro to the car, I would keep my eyes safely averted from R’s ferocious frown, and daggers thrown at me, from his ice green eyes. I knew without looking, his eyes looked freezing.

At that moment I knew, (without his telling me) I was the most hateful, objectionable person in his life. If it was possible to murder me, he would have cheerfully gone ahead without any qualm.

He would breath a sigh of relief, when I would finally lock the front door and say, “Are you sure you don’t want to bring the rest of the house along with you?”

Getting Away

It Ends

Daily Prompt: That’s Amore
Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion to deep respect, esteem, and friendship. Tell your love story.


We had gone to attend my husband’s annual get together dinner with his course mates. Next evening, when we reached back home, we learned about the death of his cousin A’s wife. It was late and we were tired, so we decided to go to the village early next morning.

The age old custom is to offer tea and meals to those who come to commiserate with the bereaved family. We always left without partaking of anything. To me it never looked right to burden the family with providing food, when they were going through so much grief.

We tried to leave, but A insisted that we stay for lunch. It was bad manners to say no to him, so we postponed our going. Looking at him, I thought something was wrong with my eyes. I couldn’t discern any sorrow on his face. Last evening, he had buried his wife of eighteen years, and mother to his five children. He looked like a man well pleased with himself.

My husband told me the reason behind his happiness when we were driving back to our city home. Last evening, after burying his wife, the first thing A did was to badger his sister-in-law to go on his behalf to give a proposal of marriage for his new wife to the girl’s family. The sister refused and told him to wait for a decent interval. At this, he went by himself and finalized his next marriage.

Forty days later, A got married again. Everyone was aghast at his haste.

Husbands like A exist too. Off with the old and on with the new.

It Ends

True and False

Daily Prompt: I Believe
Tell three things, that you believe in your heart to be true. Tell three things in your heart to be false.



1. Someone can see into the future.

No one can see into the future or tell except God. Charlatans often dupe people into believing that they can tell what the future holds for them. Naive people believe in what the dishonest and devious people tell them and get robbed of money.

2. Unlucky days or numbers.

There is no such thing as an unlucky day or an unlucky number. Just believe in what you do to be right and leave the rest to God. If it’s good for you, it will come to pass. If it doesn’t turns out the way you wanted it, believe it’s better for you this way and God will have something better for you latter on.

3. Men get heart disease more than women.

This is false. Heart disease is the number one killer among women. It kills more women than men. Women have a 50% higher chance of dying during heart surgery.



1. I believe in One God.

2. I believe Mohammad (Peace be upon him) was the last Prophet, or Messenger from God on earth.

3. I believe in the Day of Judgement and Resurrection.

We will be resurrected after death when the Day comes.
We will be judged by God for our deeds here on earth. If they were righteous deeds, we will go to Heaven. Otherwise the place is Hell.

True and False

I am a Nutcase

Daily Prompt: Pour Some Sugar on Me
What is your favorite thing to eat? Bread pudding? Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies? A smooth and creamy piece of cheese cake? Tell about the anticipation and delight of eating your favorite dessert. Not into sweets? Tell about your weakness for that certain salty snack.


The moment I catch sight of an ice cream, dessert or chocolates, I change from a staid person into someone else. I forget one of my unwritten ( they are unwritten cause I don’t want anyone to know) resolutions to watch my ever expanding waistline. I want to know why it adds to the waist? Why not to the hands and face? I have seen that faces that are round and chubby don’t look old. Is it my observation or have I got it wrong?

I go gaga over nuts. I think I must be having DNA acquired from squirrels from the way I hoard nuts. Back home, nuts occupied considerable space in the pantry. Here, they (I mean nuts) jostle for space among my clothes.

When I am watching a movie, or I am immersed in reading a book, I chomp on pistachios, almonds and peanuts. I keep on munching them. The only thing which stops me is the fear of having blood pressure which puts a stop to it.

Believe me, I would have ballooned into a colossal, fatty mountain. I am afraid my children would have failed to recognize me if that had happened. I call on my reserves of self control to stop gobbling my favorite things. I do check myself in what, and how much I eat.

I am a Nutcase