Running Away!

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. you_can__t_run_forever_by_freespirit1224-d31dcb0.jpg



Sorry, but Not Sorry

“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…


For the EIA Report I have to Make Comments on


Seriously, why can’t you have imperfections for me to find out. This report has like 150 pages and whatever fault I find it turns out not to be a flaw.


Feels something like this…

P.S: Don’t worry I still took out  7 to 8 comment. Not so perfect now are you miss perfect!!!

Inspirational Hotspots for My Inspired Writing


If I do not feel inspired, I do not write. If someone asks me why haven’t you blogging from such a long time, I answer that because I was out of inspiration. In Urdu it looks awesome and goes something like this “Yar, amd amd nahi horahi.” So, I thought I should share some of my inspirational hotspots with you. Some of them are quite funny and I hope you would enjoy reading them.

  1. My most favorite inspirational hotspot is when I am riding home from university in a van on a car bench with 4 people sitting on it. Ideas pop up in my mind while I have my head and my arm out of the window (my shoulder is out too because of the lack of space).Squeeze
  2. Reading a book also inspires me to write. Especially when I am reading a novel.girl-reading-book-books-to-read-3325650-321-400
  3. Weather. Umm, I need no words for this one. Rain turns me into a philosopher.rain
  4. Sometimes I get inspired while I am making something. Check this out! One of my most prized possession. advanced-cook-like-a-pro
  5. Mostly, I feel inspired by the people around me. I love understanding human nature and it gives me ideas to write. My family and friends are my inspiration. Their love inspires me.209865-If-You-Are-In-My-Life-I-Am-Inspired-By-You-In-Some-Shape-Or-Form
  6. What goes on with my life is my biggest inspiration. If I learn something new, I have to share it.

Do you blog when you are inspired enough or are you a daily blogger? What are your inspirational hotspots?inspiration

The Guilt of Negligence….My Frenemy

Whenever I have an exam or something, this guilt stays with me to keep me conscious. I feel guilt whenever I haven’t prepared properly for an exam. I feel guilty of wasting time. I feel guilty of acting immaturely. I feel guilty all the time. I mean at one hand it keep me doing hard work, but on the other hand it eats me. Eats me to the core. Stops me from what I am doing right in my path. Tells me things like I am reckless, lazy, unworthy….I mean it is both a friend and enemy. It is my frenemy….

I usually sit through my exam till the last minutes. Mostly it’s because I am still doing the quiz, but sometimes I sit throughout the exam so that after it finishes I will not tell myself:

“If you would have waited maybe something would have come to your mind.”


“See, that’s what you get for being over-efficient. Had you rechecked your paper, this wouldn’t have happened.”

So, this scolding machine inside my heads keep me doing the right thing. As I posted once that I consider guilt as a gift. Well, its not like I am deviating from what I said earlier. But….the frenemy thing needed to be mentioned.

Is guilt your frenemy too?