There is so much I can do. There are just some moods and seasons when my Muse wakes up and all I feel is creativity. And these days its the best kind, not the desperate excitement about a single project that is expansive and enormous and will probably never be completed satisfactorily, but the quiet… Continue reading of creativity and stirring muses.
The 15th was Valentine’s Day for me. After a long, heartbreaking interval was I finally united with my love. Through months of separation I held onto the hope that we would finally be together. Through days and days of being so close, yet so apart, I remembered our times together, and the memories carried me… Continue reading Reunited ❤
I spent today making these out of old wedding cards. Thought I’d post them up here as a substitute for a long ramble. If your card is one of those that got butchered, apologies – but that’s how the trees felt when they were killed for your fancy invitations. Ever heard of saving paper?… Continue reading Bookmarks.
(Nerdy, I know. Anyway :P) You are my catecholamine, my darling catecholamine You are the protamine to my overdose of heparin You are my anti-emetic when I am nauseatic, You are the Vitamin K when my life is bleeding away, Because I love you and its so true Unlike amiodarione you don’t make me blue,… Continue reading Pharmacological Love
This was inspired by a conversation with a classmate. She remarked that Internal Med sounded a good deal like Family Med’s older brother, and the rest of the idea spawned from that one statement…anyhoo, this was the result. As soon as I got bored enough to want to mess around on Paint. Without further ado,… Continue reading Meet the Year 3 Family.
problem. that feeling. of frustration tingling in your every pore. of emptiness that will last across decades. of desire pointless and seeping. of bottled jealousy and hurt. siphon. draw out the problem. mould it in your hands without looking at it, without seeing it. collect it in your palms. ethereal, weightless, strong. change. turn… Continue reading siphon, transform, channel.
So I celebrate my twenty-first birthday by spending 15 hours in the OR. Oh, the joys of CTS. 😛 I found the following in a classmate’s fb notes a couple of years back, but it seemed pretty appropriate even now, so this will be my birthday post. And since I have only five minutes left… Continue reading 21
Happy news! The yearly magazine for our university, AKUMEN, came out today…and yes, you’ve guessed it, yours truly is in print, and with not one or two but five separate pieces in it! Yup. Three poems and two pieces. Considering only one of the pieces was written specifically for the mag and the rest I… Continue reading AKUMEN and New Year’s
~ This was Part 1. ~ Sometimes I think one of the reasons why I’m still not qualified as a pakki Karachi girl is that I don’t respond to every situation with a sharp tongue and a witty response. I prefer the frigid British stare, but most people here are impervious to it. I’d picked… Continue reading tri-wheeled morality – part II
~ Two real life incidents ~ An arm extended, at the end of which my hand flaps dully and ineffectually as I shield my eyes with the other and wait for the small but loud vehicle to slow down and stop. Not that they ever slow down enough – the screeching of brakes whistle by… Continue reading tri-wheeled morality – part I