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Allhumdolillah! I am at a much better place since my last post with series of lab tests, utlrasounds, a mammogram and some other really scary tests, and a gut wrenching anxiety of results. I am doing well thankfully everything was clear except low iron levels with vitamin d3 deficiency. These deficiencies are now on their way to recovery. It is worth noting that I have been struggling with intense brain and physical fatigue since 2019 but not a single doctor was able to identify my problem. Once somebody is diagnosed with depression or anxiety then every health issue they complain about is looked from the psychological lenses. Nobody asked me to check iron, vitamin b12 or vitamin d3 deficiencies even my mum who is a dermatologist always assured me that I am fine and this weakness is just a phase.   It was a phase alright, it engulfed almost 8 years of my life pushed back my career and research ambitions.  This is not the case alone with me but there are many people who silentl...

Action and reaction

This is what happens when one is inspired, there are days when I want to express but cannot articulate effectively and then there times when I could go on writing and sharing. I guess rain has casted its spell on me.   Today I have been remembering my academic life, my teachers, facilities I received throughout my education. I remembered in gratitude my teachers their academic teachings and life lessons. In the midst of all this, the most prominent memory was of my Botany Professor Sir Abbasi’s words, when once during our tuition my class-mate who topped in Matriculation said, “We should always compete because competition is the only way to succeed in this world”. Sir Abbasi with all his affection replied to her that, “a successful person is not the one who compete with others but he is the one who competes with himself”. He said, “Competition is pure jealousy; thus when you say you are competing, you are actually jealous of other person’s success. Competition with oth...

Gratitude is the memory of the heart

What a beautiful day we have in Karachi; early morning it was bright and shinny with breezy winds, clear skies and the tree leaves gleamed as the sunlight poured its love on them. Then the clear blue sky transformed into the most delightful hues of grey. Finally it rained and the fragrance which emerged from the earth as rain-drops touched it is the wonderful aroma we could ever experience. It seemed as if the angels are pouring white diamonds from the heavens. Irrespective of who we are or where we are, it is like a reflex action that we run towards window or terrace to get the glimpse of rain. Fried food, especially pakoras and tea become natural inclinations in this weather. (Interestingly as I was writing this paragraph I looked up on the internet to have an English alternate word for Pakora. To my sheer surprise Pakora is a recognized word at the Oxford Online Dictionary and this is truly amazing.) I wanted to have pictures of this weather and share with you how I...

Instant relief

These past of couple of days my post titles sound more like the tag lines from mobile and balm advertisement rather than blog titles. There, finally after a lot of pondering for months I changed the blog design. I wanted to do this for a long time but instead of doing anything about it I just thought and thought and today without even giving it a second thought I abruptly altered the look. Do give me your input about this new avatar I'd love to hear from you.   This is what happens when we waste our precious time in unnecessary hesitation and apprehension. If you know what you want, if the opportunity presents itself, if there is a strong gut feeling; then don’t think, don’t doubt, don’t second guess- just go for it ! Probably the quarter of the anti-allergic that I took last night to relieve my flu did the trick. Due to that tiny amount which I took hours before, I am still walking around like a zombie. I cannot think clearly, I want to sleep but simply am unable...

Happy Hours

Daily I wake up to the cock-a-doodle-do of my neighbor’s rooster followed by the clucking of three hens which are probably his wives, earlier the neighbors took the fancy of having ducks as well so you add quacking to the cock a doodle do (unfortunately dear ducks became the dinner of some goonda cat). Then few minutes later comes the gentle chirping of the birds along with the cuckoo of Koel and suddenly a sense of serenity enters my being.  It feels as if I am not living in the hustle & bustle of a cosmopolitan city but at a farm house somewhere in the countryside; it is both amusing and peaceful to have nature so close by.   Although rooster/ hens are the fascination of our neighbors but their breakfast and brunch is for some reason is the responsibility of the trees and shrubbery which we have in our boundary. So every morning as uninvited guests this rooster family enters our plants to have their favorite worm food at the cost of muddling the tree roots. ...

Like a child

Playing with children is one of the most charming activity, revitalizing every cell in your body and today I had one such ecstatic experience. Its been a long time since I had this experience, I played hide and seek with this amazing little girl at home Sana. I started with doing the counting so she can hide but with some cheating I found her in few seconds, then it was decided that I shall not find her the next time. We played for quite some time and every time she won, of course. When our game ended she was thrilled and happy to beat me in every round and her joy filled laughter was priceless. As a child I could never understand why my adults got so easily tired within few minutes into the game but today I finally get it. A child has abundant energy because there is no stress, no anxiety and definitely there is no thinking so you are always enjoying every bit of life with full energy. When you are a child there is just this present moment for you, there is no past for yo...

Seeing with blind eyes

Yesterday I went to University of Karachi to get copies of my degree, it was hot, humid and it felt as if my head was boiling so much that you could fry an egg over it. I was in my complaining mode of how hot it is, how thirsty I am and why is it taking too long to finish the work here. With all this going in my head I came to my car parked in the ground where the students were sitting, standing and chatting in the sheds. There I saw this girl who stood right in front of me with her white stick, she was blind. However, there was a strange beautiful smile on her face even in that near-boiling-point heat. She was standing alone there but I strangely felt that she was smiling at me. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing because the way she was focused on me and smiling, for a moment I thought she is playing around posing to be sightless. I was bewildered as to why she had that peculiar smile, in my heart I was also thanking for my eyes and the fact that I can see, protect mys...

Day 288

I didn’t intend to write today’s post but here I am magnetized to you all and saying a word or two. First things first, Thank you Thank you Thank you to many of this blog’s silent readers and Star, Masood Uncle and Mom for visiting the blog and giving your appreciation. Mom & Masood Uncle being family are genetically programmed to like and support me, but honestly it is so wonderful that you and many other readers of this blog take time out from their busy schedules to read my wanderings and give me your amazing feedback. There was so much to write about Nazia Hassan and her work but due to the paucity of time I just gave some highlights yet still with my own means I have tried my best to do justice to her. And yes Many Thanks to all the readers who visit the blog in their quest to know about the mysteries behind Sarwana Cottage. Since my earlier posts F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Sarwana Cottage there has been a great input on this topic from many of the readers. Today someone, wh...