snippets

I’m so glad you’re back-
You are?
Ofcourse I am
Why didn’t you tell me pehley?
I was scared
Sacred?Of what?
You?
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Take it from the top-yeah
the moves
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Hmm-two men told me to recommend S to you
Ahan who?
So and so1 so and so2
And?
No it’s not on-He’s great but not happening
Shit-could it?
This is insane
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You could have called.
Uh huh-I was sleeping from 8 pm to 5 pm.Not one time did I wake up in the middle.
Okay
So?
We’re on
Definately

beat that!

If you feel love is blinding you,then just wait for sisterhood,babies,chocolate,feline fiesta and lots of happiness to happen:)

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So it’s cold.Very very cold.I can’t open anyone’s comment box not even mine.
The past few days have been spinning.
-hot chocolate with a dash of chilli
-meri jaan’s birthday
-extra doze of friends(sitcom and my own)
-fish market-english style fish n chips(someone missed it)
-chutti-eeee-an
-books,I have whole towering,pile of unread books(yummy)
-jinx-ified(I believe in that stuff)
-personal achievement,the one that made my heart flutter,my ego no longer stutters-whooper!
-birthdays(upcoming million)
-babiesbabiesbabies
-joy of being able to wake up late in the morning,though that late is pretty early(9-10max)
-clean,uncluttered room,swanky kitchen

confessions of a hardcore foodie=>

So I kneel in front of dadima’s cooking.I love it.Adore it.Cherish it.She keeps telling me I should learn the tricks.I think now it’s time.
Last sunday upon dada’s insistence she made machi pullao(plow).I’m not much of a seafood person but with desi ghee and fish so fresh,it’s meat so tender that I swear it was an experience.HW,dadima’s said we can both accompany her for shopping when she goes to buy fish next time,and learn how she cooks it.She says it’s easy but by the mischievous glint in her eyes I know it’s quite the opposite.
It’s winter all the more reason to celebrate it with gajar ka halwa.Dadima knows her art to a level of pricision.It takes ages for the kilos of milk evaporate.It’s not really heavy,it’s not very light.It’s perfect.Never do I like halwa any other than hers.
These rains mean innovative cooking.I know she cooks for me because I’m her ardent admirer.But then there are some living across the border,some far away living on American soil.The goras who had dadima’s tinned nihari in the days of adnanusman bhai.So coming back to recent season her khattay aloo.The spices,melting on your taste buds.Spicy,aromatic,tangy but enough to not over do it.Also never the way to give you a terrible heart burn.
Apart from her samosas,jheengay ka salaan and million other things,what makes each recepie so perfect is the amount of devoution she puts in her food.Each ingredient,so well chosen,especially moulded for the recepie.
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Luqmaan ka samosas are what I want for my wedding.So while we’re at it,nobody(if it’s not ammidadima) does samosas better than Luqmaan.It’s a culinary bliss,the little shop tucked away in soldier bazaar.Jaleebis,oozing with sugar syrup,hot,crunchy and brilliant.Wontons-bhi.
Ammi knew of it because it has memories,in the times of my great grandfather.But it’s a household name for us.God I love the bohri khana.
maybe I’ll elongate this food post,if I stay at home for a couple of more days.

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The best way to end a happy day is with chocolate cake.Happy days thanks to two most wonderful people who helped cnurture my parents.
I got my basic portfolio done,with hw and ammi bantering in the background.Loved the pictures.The works.Chinese food with family.Though a part still missed ob,I’m not that used to his independence.
I love my ammi and papa,dada and dadima.X-hope your mum gets better soon:)
Allah mian thank you for a wonderful day.May all the people in this world have manymany wonderful days ameen.

lipstick and perfume

My babies were delicious,all three of them.Maha with her pierced ears and shlawar kameez,Esha in the lavender night suit and my very own Superman in a vest.
Maha’s mum has commisioned her as a valuable vaccuum cleaner.She’d pick up bits from anywhere and stuff it in her mouth.Esha loves hair,other peoples’ especially.She loves tugging at them.Taha ofcourse is in I’m-seeking-attention stage.
Taha made me realise,how we have evolved.Bechara bacha couldn’t eat bun kebab because it had no cheese and chicken.Sadly,there may be no culture left,that will truly be called our own.Our bachas are losing out on so much precious stuff.

As a kid,before B was born ammi would take me to timemedico alot.It was something in the way she dressed that made it so special.She would clasp her mass of curls in high pony tail,apply lipstick and dab perfume.Then she would tie the belt of my frock,socks,shoes checked and off we went.There was something about the arch in her back or how she smiled at everyone.We no longer go to timemedico because aghas or pakparadise is closer.But sometimes,when I do happen to wander off,they instantly ask for ammi.With the hijabi revolution ammi still visited the place.
Places are from people.Timemedico was about cadbury’s dairy milk,colour pencils and drawing books when I was five.It’s still perfumes and stream of gujrati pleasantaries,inquiries about all the extended family members every once in a while.

People are eclectic.I wish I knew a way to handle them in a better fashion.God.I’ve popped a couple of avils and the curse of sore throat has enveloped me.So this babble could be a result of pms,pills,sleep anything.

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Life has been spinning in funny triangles that tend to look like baby octagons.
-I’ve had too much of birthdays and cakes.Or maybe birthday songs are just not for me.They’re loud and embarassing.
-Mum has a chatterbox cafe-fetish.Which ofcourse needs to be duly tended to.I think we’re both getting sick of it.Which means we can give some other place a chance.
-I’m actually beginning to crave home cooked meals.I’m really tired of the frequent breakfasts,lunches,coffees,chinese take outs.
-I will probably never work for a firm that has no set timings.I detest coming home after twelve pm(am),hate the lonely rides.
-December is a wedding/birthday month.I’d love to go for another mini break.Maybe this time in Asia only.Nobody can make me quit thinking about vacations-she drools.
-I want to go shopping.But I don’t know what I want.Nothing too ostentatious.(hah)
-Can’t wait for mush to get over with her exams:)
-And my portfolio review,which reminds me today was my last(technically) day at school.Next year will no longer be foundie-only for me.Inshallah.
-HW,I’m so proud of you:)
-I’m assuming papa holds my fashion advice in very high esteem.I know when he splurges,and why he spulrges.Then they have the nerve call women,shopping freaks.Wish someone would see my father’s fetish for European brands.
-It was great having a quiet dinner at home.Just the four of us.Dada,dadima,B and myself.I love my grandparents.May they live the longest-ameeeeen.
-What will I do,staying at home for a whole month?

For you-

So I’m missing you.You are hibernating and I’m waiting.In my head,every single day I say-two egotistical heads should not clash.
-Let’s live all over again,in our heads,in our hearts.Let’s go back in time when holding hands did not aim at questioning our sexuality.Let’s just pray it goes back to the wonderful,gooey,chocolately happiness.Let’s start the nocturnal sessions all over again.Let us pretend for a second,to have digressed,into one-ness.Let’s sing one song,watch one more sunset together.And we shall know it is still the same.
-If I was infinity,you’d be my eternal companion.Aisa kahan say laoon kay tujh sa kahein jisey-Ghalib-

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Somethings have a greater meaning.
An afternoon in a crowded place,with Mexican food.
Standing tall in the blazing sun,listening to a legend lash out.
Russian trash and Kandinsky(spelling?)
Chocolate-white,bitter,nutty,coconutty,fruity,crunchy.
A five diamond nose pin.
A dreamcatcher,sea shells and a Srilankan mask-some funky memoir and a couple of bestfriends.Momdad and more.

Weekend post

It’s over,the pre-review.Yes he finally saw it,didn’t say a word.Not a single one.I’m so happy,it’s been ages since I got a free thursday night.Sigh-feels awesome.Weekend’s looking up.Stuffed on kitkat,since it was A’s birthday,amidst balloons,flowers and ali khan’s saathiya in class.
It’s espresso time,on Saturday.Yes I have fallen on my knees,I adore their breakfast.HW-there is a challenge for you.Plus tomorrow’s lunch lined up for a bunch of us,from the leftover cash.School really has taught me how normal,sane people travel.Rickshaws are quite fun with five girls.Buses,taxis everything.All is great.
Things are looking up.Hugged papa yesterday after ages,he smelt just like me.Soap and hardwork.So yes,it was family time.Sacrificed sleep,have been doing that alot lately.
I’m so happy weekend’s here.Hope all of you have a great weekend.

-So far so,good.It’s been a t.v. dinner and a lovely movie that I’d borrowed from a friend.Cried so much.Felt relaxed after ages.I can cry like an idiot,over movies,with family and the only valid justification is “ammi cries too.”Realisation of the day-Sigh-I’ve grown up.