Living

The Indifferent Humans

Why is that that in spite of sharing the same sky, the same sun rays, and the same air, we remain indifferent of one another? What makes it more unbelievable is that we hate some people just for a simple reason which is not even their fault! Why do we think that we are superior to others just because we are from a major religion and the other is not; or because we are straight and they are from LGBTQ+ community; or just for the silliest reason - for you being a man and the other a woman!

The Indifferent Humans

Pseudo Female Friendship Stereotypes & Why We are Ditching Them

We live in a time where female friendships are expected to be toxic, bitchy and/or competitive. That is the power the media has in shaping perceptions, something I think they take very lightly, or not? I do not mean that some women are not bitchy or toxic or competitive sometimes BUT these characteristics are not the defining factor of what female friendships should be like.

Pseudo Female Friendship Stereotypes & Why We are Ditching Them

Chained

Maybe you’re supposed to be studying right now but you’re reading this, maybe a lot of your work is unresolved but you’re watching re-runs of your favorite show, maybe you have errands to complete but you just can’t find the will to get work done. We spend so much time believing we’re feeling nothing, doing nothing when we’re doing so many little things together. We’ve trained our minds into believing that we have to be productive at every single waking moment.

Chained

New Life: A Series

Here I am on a plane miles away from home, relocating! What exactly had I thought taking a job that I am not even sure I can keep? Who was I trying to prove something to? Was it myself? Or family? Or Saleem? It'd sure be pleasant to show that good for nothing fool who I turned out to be. I mean I'm no longer the, "I'm sorry" type, whether I had made the mistake or not. I'm more of the "why doth my God try me with imbeciles" type!

New Life: A Series

It's all about the next step

Everyone encounters bad phases in their lives. There is no one in the world who is altogether living a perfectly happy life. Everyone has his or her own set of problems. There are many people who are born with a silver spoon but it doesn’t mean that they’ll not encounter any hardship in their life. Survive today because life is all about the next step.

It's all about the next step

#TanClan

Born in a family of fair-complexioned women, I was always insecure of my dusky complexion as a kid. It never really bothered me, until one day, my friend in school pointed out the difference in mine and my sister’s complexions. Now I didn’t know it mattered so much and I couldn’t answer her back, so I just kept quiet. The song “Mai aisa kyu hu” kept ringing in my head till the end of school that day.

#TanClan

Moving Away from The Joneses

Let me live my own life at my own pace, helped and guided by my God, singing my own tune, whether it be off-key or not, content to have a not-so-perfect house, or perfectly manicured lawn, or perfect clothes everyday, or perfect car, or anything resembling a utopian existence… All this chasing of one’s tail in order to be as ‘successful’ as the next person, is wearying to the soul, and certainly, adds nothing to your true worth, value and significance.

Moving Away from The Joneses

Society is pressuring me

This other part thinks freedom means goings to school and getting educated. But that isn't real freedom, freedom is when we are allowed to express our thoughts freely, when we don't have to live in fear or fear what other people think, when we can be ourselves, that's real freedom.

Society is pressuring me

Grandmother’s bun!

Feeble yet proficient, her hands executed the romance of comb with tresses. Separating, solving and sifting down the locks; these were her moments of alleviation. Hair then parted into three, weaved into a braid, were rolled up and above the nape of the neck. Hitting the same spot every time, it was then supported by pins. As she began pinning it, it seemed as if the pins had learnt their positions and needed her lift only for the earthly world.

Grandmother’s bun!