It was in the staff takeaway shop that I saw a tray of red velvet cake slices and felt a deep sadness that I couldn’t even understand until much later, when I remembered that my mother had asked me to get her a piece some days before she died. That is how the grief appears in… Continue reading Of Grief.
As most of you know, I consider myself a writer and like most writers, I dream of one day publishing a book. Despite harbouring such dreams, I haven’t actually tried to write a book of my own yet, much less begin the arduous process of publishing one. I have, though, been freelance writing since the… Continue reading The Advantages of Freelance Writing
I was going to write about this sooner, but on the day of the event in question, our beautiful Lahore was hit by a bomb blast. In the aftermath of shock and horror, it took me time to be able to gather up my wits and write about this. I’ve always dreamed of a revolution… Continue reading #GirlsonBikes – Cycling against the Patriarchy
I was going to write a post about the new efforts being made in areas of pakistan to get women on wheels, but after yesterday’s attack on Bacha Khan University I find myself too upset to write about anything else. Over twenty people dead and fifty injured in yet another gross attack on our educational… Continue reading Of attacks on educational institutions
Every year I compile a list of the books I read the previous year along with a brief review. Because of my house job, 2015 wasn’t very productive, and I only finished 37 books. However, some of them were absolutely fantastic, so I think it was a good year anyhow. (read previous years: 2014 2011 2010… Continue reading Book List 2015
Happy New Year Readers! Last year, as you know, I was completing my internship (house job) at a private hospital in Karachi. It was one hell of a hectic year, but it finally ended on the 31st of December. I am currently embracing the glorious freedom that comes with it ending. It was a wonderful… Continue reading Valedictorian.
I learned phlebotomy from the second-best at the art of bloodsucking – the staff. The absolute best – the masters and mistresses themselves – were the phlebotomists. We kept a certain distance to them. The only time you talked to a phlebotomist was to beg them to take your late lab request slips, or to… Continue reading Of phlebotomy