She entered her room hastily and closed the door. She couldn’t bear to listen to her parents’ conversation. Only because it conveyed her a message. The message that she was growing up. She couldn’t bear the mere thought of leaving her comfort zone. Her home. How could she go away from a brother who does nothing but love her? Who she loved so much. How could she go away from her sister with whom she shared every laugh, joke, and feeling? How could she get away from her mother who loved her above all else? A father who loved her no matter what. But this was essential. And was going to happen one way or another. It was going to happen someday. And she would have to accept it that day.
“I am sorry,” she said as if to put period to our long argument. But the look in her eyes. I had never seen it before. For a girl as gentle and kind as her, she looked vicious. Her eyes were focused right at me. There was an awkward stillness in them. She kept her eyes on me, her head a bit slanted, her arms crossed, as I reached the door. “I mean it,” she said, “I shouldn’t have hurt you.” I turned around feeling a bit of guilt in her voice, but all I saw was a ferocious animal with stone eyes. I reached for the handle. I knew her sorry was nothing but a formality. She would attack me again, whenever she deems it necessary. But I left the room hoping time would make her realize her mistake. As time, itself, is a great teacher…
Her eyes don’t see me, but look through me. She carefully studies my face with those understanding eyes of her whenever I talk to her. It’s not like I don’t know she is studying me, I let her. I let her see into my mind. I like it. In front of her, I am open book. Her eyes get all my emotion. She knows if I am angry, or happy, or doubtful, or sarcastic. She knows the stories untold by me. I know her eyes very well too. I can see what is going on in her. When she likes something, her eyes glow. When she is sad, I can feel her sadness. She loves me like no one in the world can. We fight sometimes, but we cannot live without each other. She is my teacher. She is my doctor. She is my personal psychologists. She is a perfect adviser. She know when toscold me and when to patronize me. She is my everything. She is my mother.
May you always be with me, Mom (I.A).
While I was picking which pictures to post, these things still make me want them. They are mouthwatering! Seriously 😛
1. A big real looking kitchen set
Oh my God! Who can’t want such a thing? I saw a similar kitchen set in one of my family member’s house and I cried all the way back home. Mom still remembers that day. I mean wouldn’t you cry if you’d see something like this and can’t have it.
Then, when I grew up I helped my sister to buy a kitchen set like this one.
Well, I did got a scooty. But it was for children and I was 13 something. (Doesn’t mean that I didn’t ride it but its handle broke off when I did 😛 )
3- A motor car
Still want it!!!
Oh, how I loved skating! But at that time we had no skating clubs around. But the unfair thing is that my sister and brother have roller skates and they learned roller skating at a skating club. Where were you when I needed you skating club?
Do you have any such wishes that weren’t fulfilled?
Hey, everyone. Today I want to introduce some of my friends and family who have just joined WordPress and I want to give them a warm welcome to our community.
P.S: You know how excited one gets when some close relative or friends joins your community.
Umph, umph.. Presenting to you my friends and family who are also now my WordPress family.
Very warm welcome to:
- My dear sister
- Nageen Sohail
May you enjoy being a part of WordPress.
I would love that if you visit their blogs because all of them are amazing writers.
So true…That is exactly how older siblings act. I know cause I am an older sibling :-D.
Last exam. I slept only two hours at night. Woke up with the help of thousand alarm rings on the heads of my whole family.
So much syllabus, so much information to keep in my brain, and then write for 3 hours with my back aching due to posture and due to forcing my hand to write. Then, that awkward van with 12 people sitting in it rather than 9 (its original capacity). Oh, just imagine what was my condition when I reached home, and I knew that I had to prepare for the next consecutive paper.
And yeah I looked like a 40 year old lady during exams.
But, I got a great surprise too. I got a text message when I was going to start preparing for my ‘Chemical Hazards and Safety’ that the exam has been canceled and has been shifted to next week. I was so happy.
Alhamdulillah, yesterday was my last exam. So, I am free!! I have been eating all my favourite spicy and sour food (that I avoid during exams). 3 weeks break!! Happy independence to me!!
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” Where did you read that?” asked Dr. A. “What is the source of this information?”
“Ma’am….I read it somewhere on Wikipedia,” answered my classmate.
Dr. A looked pretty annoyed and said, “I think you are old enough to quote proper sources. Wikipedia is for kids. You are grown ups.”
Wait what. Wikipedia is for kids!! When did that happen??
Before starting BS, I thought very highly of wikipedia. I used to love it. I used to trust it. But then I was told that wikipedia sometimes imparts unauthentic information. This happens because anyone can edit the information on it. So, I was told not to quote and use the name ‘wikipedia’ in the ‘References’ section. If we have to use wikipedia, then the resource of the required piece of information must be checked.
It’s so heartbreaking 😦
Internet knows everything. The biggest misconception ever.
Well, if you do know everything, then why don’t you know what I need to make my assignment and projects. At that time, you start acting dumb.
Trust me I know how to search. It’s just that the information available is not enough.
Do you have any such childhood misconception which you still can’t get over?