My family has literally and metaphorically given me lessons about death and life. It has taught me how to be honest in order to live without added complications. It has taught me how to love – fully and completely – and what sin actually means. In truth, it would mean breaking a heart that loves you.
You know, my family? Pretty awesome set of women. My paternal gran was a refugee from Sahiwal, Pakistan. Her family lost everything in the partition. She married a promising engineer … Continue reading My family
The thing about life is that no matter how honest you want to get with it, it always wants a show. Something sensational! Something that will make others go, oh, … Continue reading Spoiler
I got into this thinking mood – well, when I have never been in a thinking mood – but let’s just say I got into one that made me want … Continue reading Circles