It has been a long time, I did not write or spoke my heart out whereas writing is my biggest strength. At times I do think when we were small we used to write diaries and hide it around when there was no secrets; but now life is all about scary practicalities but we are brave enough to write it so openly.
Though there is not much but the dread of growing up, the life and death scares you. Well, In Pakistan it is winters. obviously the winters are gloomy for me. Closed fans, no noise just an effect of hibernating haunts the inner me.
Yesterday 1.NOV.2018, it was the first winter rain of 2018. I like rain and rain makes me sad as I miss my father the most, in rainy weather. Once when I had him rain had the most pleasant effect on me but now it is all different. Though I Like it, but my eyes utterly get wet and nose red.
Well not the thoughts in writing but I slept really late or can call it morning after the morning prayer I slept. The day was different, I had tea with mum around 4AM and then Wrote some ones research paper just on having a grip of writing. I slept with mum.
The morning was good, calm with rays of clouds and no sun rays. I woke up by the mid day and worked along mum, had a little fight in love with my bro Ahmad and a side by side talk with Ali and Sidra and then I cleaned my room and now leaving behind the cell on charger. Listened to a few old bollywood numbers, missed baba a little more and I thought to write to write the day-out. Where i m not thinking what I am typing but just what my fingers are typing. May be all useless, but wait Nothing is useless in this world.
Though suffering with unemployment these days, as media downsizing is over the globe but I have a optimistic grip.
I am a Happy girl..