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Elastic

I used to keep a bunch of rubber elastics handy in a drawer in the kitchen, and another one in my vanity drawer. They were useful in tying up the open ends of spice bags once they were opened. Another use was round the currency notes to keep them in order. Then another use was (and is) tying electric cords. When I was keeping long hair, and hair ties were missing, I would use the rubber bands for tying my hair. I definitely have no use for them this way, as I keep my hair now really short.
In October 2015 I visited home country after a gap of two, and a half years. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t. There was a sickening delay in getting my Resident Card, and If I had left, I could never come back. My children stood guard over me, so I couldn’t leave. Anytime I wanted to leave they would give me an earful, reminding me of the reality in my situation. In those days I had turned into a very sad person. Thank God those times are over.

I was overjoyed when I got back to home country for a couple of months stay. Besides the mountains of dust covering everything inside and outside was finding detoriated bunches of the elastic bands in the drawers. They had melted in the closed confines of my home, and the nasty mess adhered to other things in the drawers, and to the drawers itself. It was difficult indeed to clear, and get rid of the gooey material.

That taught me a lesson. I only keep now just a few of them to use in time of need.

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Elastic

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In Due Time

What’s your next, most pressing deadline? Are you excited, stressed, or ambivalent about it? What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you’re done with it?

There is just one word for it — stressed. I try not to think what’s waiting for me back home. For the past year, and a half I have been waiting for my Resident Card so that I can leave. The waiting has stretched my nerves to shreds.

I have tons of issues waiting for me to be resolved back home. One of them is my driving license. It expired in October. Last time I went to renew it, was five years back. My (late) husband won’t be there to accompany me. Believe me, it’s an ordeal to stand in line amongst men for hours on end.

Peshawar is a city full of dust, and the tons of dust I will have to remove horrifies me to no end.

There are many issues I have to face. Main one is, my Army widow pension. With my coming here it has stopped. The amount of running to be done is making me distressed already. I try not to think about it, and push it to the back of my mind all the time.

Naturally when all my issues are resolved, I will be feeling relieved.

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