Sonya Syed

I was speaking with a lady yesterday who advised me to pay attention to my skin, hair as much as possible before I get married and marriage I could relax because then sab chalta hai i.e. anything and everything goes then. If you advise any married woman to look after herself there is always a routine reply ab iss ki kiya zaroorat hai . Since I am on the other side of fence I am unable to comprehend the truth behind these statements although there is huge pressure on me from all corners to cross over to the wonderland of matrimony. Still these are nonetheless interesting points to ponder particularly when Valentines Day is around. I would only try to limit my views to fair-sex since I have no precise idea how guys feel about this issue. I would welcome any thoughts though. Well it’s true that quite a few times I have seen brides-to-be to exercise regularly, to look after themselves in every possible way before getting marriage and once the wedding bells ring they loose interest or to...

One thought attracts similar more thoughts; a discussion about someone else’s childhood magnetically attracts our own early life experiences. I am not much of a nostalgic person anymore I find it difficult to dwell in my past. I don’t miss my childhood or school days or college life or any other instances of past, I guess I have exorcised the ghost of memories or at least it does not come to me with intensity. But it’s nice to wonder onto memory lane sometimes; my childhood was quite simple and straightforward however being the only child had some attachments. I had one family friend to play with but she could not be always there so I got engulfed in my own world. I hardly played with dolls, I had a habit of setting up a mini tent in our living room and I used to live in it for days. Then mostly it was cooking time with my friend, we cooked rice and chapatti on small sand stoves. Another favourite was playing with a secretarial case that my dad got for me; it had the cutest phone, car...

Dark sky, slightly chilled air, frequent light rain is the perfect recipe of my favourite day. This time disappearance from the scene is not due sluggishness or indiscipline, rather I consciously abstained from writing because my vibes or energy was not quiet positive and it is only unfair to spread negativity. Past few days, as Pakistanis we have heard some of the appalling news of injustice, ridicule and torment. There is no point in repeating or discussing them any further since all the efforts of such sort would not bring any benefit to anyone, besides we do not have power to change anything simply by speaking about the problems so it is better to stick with SOMEONE who absolutely possess the Power to bring any change and the modus operandi to invoke that Power is to pray as much as possible. Dear Anonymous, as much as I would love to elaborate on the topics nevertheless the vastness and explanation those subjects require exceed my writing capability and I fear that I might not b...