Playing in a pool of…


Few months back, I watched the movie Patch Adams  in which the old lady who is extrememly ill is asked by a medical student to express her heartious wish (the student intends to fulfill her wish to make her feel better ) she recals a tale of noodles and says,

“I want to be in a pool of noodles.”

I was like Eww..  But later as I watched the movie I actually enjoyed the part where the kind student fulfills her desire and the old woman plays in a pool of noodles- squeezing them in her fingers and pouring them over her head and SWIMMING in the pool or thats what I think it was 😀

My thoughts later that night revolved around the same question- What if  some kind doctor (If there are any in Pakistan 😛 ) asks me to express such a wish what would my answer be?

And I knew instantly that there is one thing I really LOVE!
I would definitely request to play in it. Ok… No suspence intended! 😛
I LOVE COLOURS!   Paints , Crayons, Markers, Colour Pencils, Embose – simply every such thing.
Even the coloured decorative papers.

Its so mouth-watering just looking at colours and being in a pool of colours would be so….. AWESOME? !! (Thats the only word that really satisfies me when I try to express this feeling.. this awesome feeling in words :P)

My imagination took me beyond ‘Looking-at-colours-is-mouth-watering.’
I imagied myself having large quantity of paints, dripping from whatever the container is that holds it. Over flowing from the containers/mini tanks 😛 as I dip BIG brushes into them and paint the walls.  Or simply throw them around and bathe my room in paints- or wait- imaginations have no limits right? So yeah, I was saying?  why not paint the entire house or the entire street or town or.. or… or.. 😀

Or wait- why dip the brushes when I have hands!


 If someone (I really hope it happens before a doctor has to ask me on my death bed though :P)  buys me all those paints *Yummmmyyy*, all I’d do is dip my hands into them and paint everything around me. Bright red, fresh green, tempting orange, cyan and a nice purple and my favourite yellow and all the other colours! I’d go C.R.A.Z.Y!! o.O

Just the idea of being surrounded by colours is so darn, er, awesome !! 😀

P.S… I Love google for having so many colourful images.. A real treat for the eyes! 😛

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About a happy day that left a pain in my heart..


For a starter- I am neither very rich nor live a perfect life in a picture-perfect town. I live in a small house located in a narrow street in a crowded area.
Bur I have had some really happy moments.

This post is about a day- a memorable one.
It started with a litte girl who had Henna for sale. Since Eid was aproaching (A festival of Muslims in which the girls usually apply henna on their hands and wear bangals), the little girl went from house to house, with a few Henna cones in her hand, offering everyone to buy it.

When she entered our house, she approached me and wanted me to buy the Henna. I noticed that she had beautiful green eyes and she was wearing a small white Dupatta (A long scarf or shawl). In this area of Pakistan, its not a surprise if you see little Pashtoon girls wearing a Dupatta over their heads.

I talked to her and asked her a few  questions regarding her whereabouts and found her very jovial.  She laughed easily at small things and was pretty sharp without any fear or shyness.

Although I didnt buy anything from her, I offered a small amount of money which she took without any hesitation. This offer seemed very unusual to her,  she was glad  that she didnt sell anything yet recieved something.  After talking for a while, she hurried off and ran away with her white Dupatta waving behind her.

Her animated chat made me feel very happy and my happiness didn’t end there because after a while, she returned back with her other two sisters.

Apparently, she informed them about the money and they came to see me. I couldn’t help smiling.

The other two sisters were equally cute specially the youngest who seemed interested in my spectacles and I let her try them on 😛

When they felt at ease with me, we played and watered the plants and splashed it on one another, then they took turns on the swing and it gave me great joy listening to  their laughters. The innocence in their eyes caught my attention right from the first sight. Later I took their photos…

But now when I see these photos, I feel an ache in my heart- thinking they must have dreams unfulfilled.  I wish and pray to Allah that he grants me all the opportunities so that I can help His people. These innocent souls are not meant to be wandering in the streets earning for their livelihood. They should be in a school, getting educated and playing and enjoying life like other kids of their age out there.   I direly wish to do something for them, and other such kids. 😦

Of Wishes And Dreams…


Wishes like fireflies

Held tenderly in a palm

Igniting and fading off

A turbulent sea, seemingly calm.

So vibrant, all of them

So alluring, their lust

Clinging to the hem

Stuck as iron with rust

So deceptive at times

Like a flame to a moth.

They cluster to tease me

Like a calm wave in an endless sea

Too many to handle

Flickering like a candle

They wink as I blink

They hide as I seek

Flying in its gravity

Ebbing in its flow

As a silent whisper

Or an eager shout

As an endless sea

Reflecting serenity –

Dreams, O’ dear dreams
Chase me through eternity!

Short-listed in the poetry competetion @ Us Magazine Pakistan