Sunday, January 29, 2012

“When she was just a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep.”


A hint a dash

Dear bloggers/readers,

So today Yours Truly decided to close her books and clip away her papers for once and do what she does worst…


I’m still learning, and it’s more of a stress reliever for me than a chore, and as the doctor has advised to stay relaxed, I couldn’t say no.

While baking the brownies (far right) I realised one thing. My little sister does not understand the concept: “Staring at the brownies does not make them bake faster”. So she sat in front of the stove for a good few minutes just watching them bake.

The custard and pakoras (far left, and middle) were a special request by dad. He was fasting today so wanted anything and everything!

After the cooking was done, all that was left to do was to share it with my ever so lovely bloggers and readers.


Yours Truly

Friday, January 27, 2012

“Some are a melody and some are the beat, but sooner or later they all will be gone…why don’t they stay young?”


An uncertainty inside your head will tell you that there’s something out of balance, but don’t expect it to tell you what it is.

A lingering thought inside your head will tell you there’s something significant that needs to be addressed, but don’t expect it to look after it for you.

A friend will give you a hint, but don’t expect him/her to lay it out for you.

A pen and a paper will urge you to utilize them, but don’t expect them to convey your thoughts for you.

An old photograph will remind you of the specific time in the past, but don’t expect it to create memories for you.



With loads and loads of love and warm hugs on this cold night,


Yours truly

Monday, January 16, 2012

“And you say, “Just a moment, I’ve almost finished””



Rubbing the top right corner with her thumb, running her eyeballs across the page and taking her time to think and make sense of what lay behind the mess of the black ink.

A glance at the clock, and then right back to where she had discontinued. Conscious says to put it to rest for the night, but the urge says, “oh just one more page”.

She gives in, turning one page after the other, scanning the writing with her eyes like a hawk.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass on by but the urge goes on until there’s no more corners left to turn.

She finally puts it down, all the while smiling at the happy ending.

The lights go off and she rests her head on the soft pillow, getting ready to board on to the cruise of dreams…of those very pages that she was turning of course.. ;)


We all have had this moment, or many of them. When you just can’t let go. The point of the story was not to remind you of those moments, but to advice to you that if you ever come across a someone who happens to be like that one book that you sacrificed your sleep for…

make sure to go through to the very last page. ;)


Hope you lovely lovely people are having a fantastic week.

Stay blessed. :)



Title: If on a winter’s night a traveler (1979; trans. William Weaver)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

“It’s scary to know how many people actually feel like they’re nothing”


Admit it or not, we as humans with perfectly working eyes, hands, feet etc. think that a disability is bad luck.

Think again..

It really makes you want to count and thank Allah (swt) for all the blessings you have, and if not that, then at least smile.

A special thanks to Nas for sharing this. God bless him. Check out his blog by clicking on his name if you already haven’t done so. :)


With lots and lots of love,


Yours Truly x

Monday, January 2, 2012

A wish. A thought. A Plan. A smile.


RED. He remembered as he stood in line at the florist shop. That’s her favourite color he thought to himself as he pictured her in a beautiful red dress. His smile just got bigger, and his cheeks would not stop flushing a lovely pink shade.

He put the flowers on the seat beside him and drove off. Listening to beautiful love songs on the way and humming the tune as he drove on roads that would never bend. That’ how he pictured his life with her: A never ending journey.

He stopped in front of the old green house and opened the door to get out of the car. He left the flowers lying on the seat, promising himself he would come back for them when the time was right. No. when the time was perfect.

He stood in front of the door, while his heart pumped as hard as it could. He finally manned- up himself to ring the doorbell with a shaking hand. He closed his eyes for a mild second just to calm himself down and take a deep breath, only to open his eyes to the most breathtaking thing of all.

To be continued…



A very happy new year to all you lovely people!! :)


Yours Truly