Dear, Oh dear! Whether we admit it or not, Pakistan has always been a rather emotional country in its mindset, there’s seldom ever a middle way or a crossroads. Either you swing one way or the other, it’s always been like this whether it’s in
I always wanted to be a doctor. Dean of Medicine, to be specific. The dream of being a specialist, walking around the hospital with confidence like Hugh Laurie was utter ecstasy to me. It was all I ever wanted. There were no doubts of another
Look at the world around you, blazing fast, going about in multiple directions simultaneously. In the midst of this happening, we seem to ignore the deeply rooted disturbing ideologies in our societies that run blatant everywhere. They might not affect us in any way whatsoever,
A cold wind blows my way, Taking all of my memories away, Leaving my mind in disarray, Torn and broken I lay, With no one to love, but to burn in hate. My heart is broken, My soul is fractured, My cry for help still
A trip down memory lane, Some beautiful things I see Birds chirping, children playing All enjoying merrily The cool breeze touches my skin As I venture down these places I see flowers while passing by With brightly colored faces And what supports it all?
I am short on confidence. Too much. Forever wary of airing my own opinions, I often frown upon public self-expression (which is now mostly dominated by selfies) as inherently vain and latently narcissistic. It’s also the reason I scroll down through most of my Facebook
13, 13, 13. Whatever shall become of the infamous number subjected to eternal damnation, for the better part of a millennia, as being unholy and unlucky. Friday the 13th, 13 being generally unlucky, its undying adverse relation to the stock market crashes, its role in the emergence