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My Dearest Wife- 2 Years and counting

Its been 2 year but I feel like we have been married for ages. Is this lockdown a blessing or a curse. Don’t know, only time will tell. But what I do know is what we are in the present. It’s not always easy living with you and I am sure it’s been the same way for you. I think I understand, I who had always been a loner, fending off the world, keeping anything and everyone at bay. You are an…

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Uber Strikes Again

Every thing was going wrong. I mean Everything. It must have been my mindset. Here was a Guy who was taunting me while point his phone at me. ‘Ten’ in Arabic on a green screen. He wanted me to pay him. And he was being rude about it. I was trying to explain to him that I didn’t want to pay. And he didn’t listen to reason and kept mocking me. He obviously didn’t speak English. But didn’t mean you…

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Back In Uni

Sweat dripping down my fore head. The humid breeze against my skin. It smelled off dreams and Innocences being grinded by the system into useless rotting meat, putrified by stabbing the Imagination by a thousand cuts . Or may be it was the stank from Sixty Adolescents packed into a room with improper ventilation. What ever it were , I’m here again, locked in by rows of tables and benches. I…

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#Dreams #Humour #University

One Thousand and One

Recently, I’ve been reading Jordan Peterson’s book ’12 Rules to Life’ . Well trying too. Cause each chapter, each page brings up memories of all the stupid , Idiotic logic and preconception I had on life. Especially when it came to dating. If you have read my previous posts, you would have known that I’m a loner and later bloomer. So when It came to dating and girls, I was lost as any other…

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#love #Regret

Death at the Door, Again - Part 2

Death at the Door, Again – Part 2

I flew out home on the existing Prescheduled travel date. Grandmother had been discharged and now had been advised to consult with an oncologist. My Brother had dropped me off at the airport. On the way there, he had been advising me and promoting the idea of marriage. He hoped I would be able to settle down before our grandmother’s demise. I have been trying but Riyadh is where, relationships go…

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Death at the Door - Part 1

Death at the Door – Part 1

2 Weeks back, I got a call at work. It was my brother. Our Grandmother was sick again. She was in pain and had to be admitted at the hospital. “It is her cyst” my brother told me. It may have to be removed. My Brother just got back from India. And he may not be able to get Immediate permission from his employers to fly back again. And I was planning to fly in the Coming weeks. I could prepone my…

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Insensitive Step Mother- Post Surgery

2 minutes have passed since my stepmother had stepped into the ICU ward to see my father. I wondered if she would ever emerge. Another minute flew by before she could make her way towards us. ‘Your father looks fine” she said “He’s hooked up to a machine which is circulating his blood”. Sigh, I didn’t ask for gory details. And I didn’t need her to state the obvious. My father would continue to be…

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Insensitive Step Mom - Father's Post Surgery

Insensitive Step Mom – Father’s Post Surgery

According to Doctors, the First Three days after a Surgery are the most critical to determine Success or failure. And I’ve explicitly and painstakingly explained as such to my Step Mother before my father’s surgery. Under no circumstances, which are non critical, was she allowed to request to see my father in that time period. And it wasn’t only I who have advised her as such. Any form of…

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Dad's Dance With Death

Dad’s Dance With Death

Patient name “Zafrullah”, said the guard. By Chance, I had stood near the door. For four hours, I’ve been pacing the corridor of Sick and weary. I’ve been waiting patiently for news of my dad’s operation. According to the doctors, it would take around 5 hours. And It was the last quarter. Time ticks slowly when the life of some one you love is on the line. I crossed the another corridor to the…

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