The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."
On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.
It started one Saturday morning when my weekend slumber was rudely interrupted by a buzzing of my WhatsApp. I opened the phone to find myself added to a new group entitled'We R Family' and six messages asking me to wake up, followed by 16 threads about the chores that were to be done by me before my mother got home. In that moment I knew, there was no going back.
You've been dormant on Instagram for a while now, and you need to come back with a BANG before your followers begin to doubt
They say you shouldn't judge a person unless you've walked a mile in their shoes. Well I'm feeling a little rebellious and I'm about to judge you just by the type of shoe you wear. *pushes in glasses and sips tea*
If you find your bond with your bestie strengthening with every delicious foodgasm and find yourselves lying back together releasing greasy burps, you'll definitely relate to this article.
I don't know if you have noticed, but along with our face structures and voices, Snapchat has done lots to alter friendship patterns. Somewhere along choosing your bitmoji and sending that first selfie captioned “Streak?”, the tags altered.
Socks are great stuff! Wether they are ankle length, knee high, boot liners, or perhaps, the lace, fuzzy or woollen ones, all socks have a tender way of hugging our feet and shooting warmth all the way to our hearts.
I'm aware that I'm not exactly the ideal housemate. But I'm also not the one hauling around a bulldozer in my room at 2 AM, so I think it's safe to say that I win in comparison. I'd really rather be sleeping right now than teaching you how
At 17, I wasn't ready to be a mom. More so, the mom to five immature, rowdy hoodlums who laugh at videos of cats urinating on babies. See, I didn't really opt for the squad mom life.
After years of being the victim of the inexplicable misplacement of my belongings around my room and constant spying, prying eyes inside my very own house, I have recently been acquainted with a woman who not only helps with household chores but also minds her own business. She goes by the name X-er ma, but I like to call her Wonder Bua.
They're the best friends whom your parents actually allow you to sleep over with, the squad who makes Eid celebrations even in the remotest village lit, or even the overachieving snakes who deepen your suspicions about being adopted. Cousins are essential for survival (specially during family dawaats).
