Hoarder Extraordinaire
I’m a hoarder.One like you’ve never seen in your life.I give good boxes, empty packaging to people to throw them when I’m not looking because I can’t. I have train…
Qivaami Sivayein
This emergency middle of the night plan to “let’s have Eid tomorrow” wrecked quite a few plans. Amongst many that included some bangles, a certain much revered sticky fingers Yakhni…
Ammi ki Eed
This morning, one with less food and more hussle, as I rushed to closed the gate behind our car whizzing out the driveway, I saw the Motia bush in full…
What makes your soul happy?
There’s something so satisfying about frying onions. The just perfectly caramelising onions, each strand separating from a perfectly fan-like slice and slightly twisting, glistening with the oil around it gives…
Muharram, A Sunni’s Reminiscence
As far back as memory allows me, I remember Ashura to be a somber, low key phase in the house. My Nani was a Sunni Syed with her surname beginning…
Feerni, the Time Machine
I close my eyes and sink back a little in my chair as I take a spoonful of fragrant rice pudding, the Pakistani way, teleporting myself to times where my Nani's dupatta smelling like an embrace covers my face.
Mere Anmol Ratan (My Priceless Gems)
There was a dust storm last night. I’d like to believe Ammi (my Nani) sent new Ambiyaan (Raw Mangoes) from her garden for me. I opened my albums for a…
Who’s Your Momma?
Mothers leave a blueprint within their babies. It isn’t necessarily physiological or even genetic. For mothers come in all shapes, sizes, genders and number. Here’s to a few of the MANY who mothered me through life.
Love Surrounds Me.
I keep assigning gifts and favours to celebrated days and my lover laughs at me. The fact is, we don’t love each other because we share gifts. We buy each other the most obnoxious crap only because we love each other. Valentine’s Day or not. All kinds of lovers surround me. So do my special deliveries from Kickstarter.com
First Cold and Comfort
My baby’s first proper cold, flabbergasting at that. My Man Flu and the need for comfort. Takes me back years to a recipe of embodying a hug on a plate