Festivities

All you sexy people out there, the sun has finally decided upon showing out of its hiding! Goodbye to the shadows of clouds and say hello to the gleaming sun. I am feeling ecstatic for a change since the infinite series of horrendous examination is now a history and the birthday season is just around the corner. Starting off with Khadeeja's birthday two days from now, then a couple of aquaintances and most importantly Shireen's. I have enough chances this month- not to forget eid, to celebrate by dressing up to the nines. And the amount of pleasure merely thinking about these upcoming events, is enough to suffice all formalities needed for me to smile.

Of all the innumerable things of the world, what brings me joy, is dressing up. I might sound like a twelve-year old here, but its a fact. Soft pompodours, elaborate eye make-up, light rouge on supple cheeks, pale glossy pouts, elegant multi-layered necklaces on the chic dresses paired with stunning high-heeled platforms. *Drools*. This is enough to satisfy my appetite for plush living. And this is all I am looking forward to in this month. Its such a relief to get out of your ugly shell and anticipate something pretty. For my life, had been made hell lately by the ugliness that accompanies the exams.

Speaking of gruesome filth, I have availed this one-week-break as an opportunity for personal grooming. Experimenting with all the possibilities in my kitchen cabinet, I have atleast succeeded in getting rid of the summer tan. Also I am making sure that kitchen cosmetology is not taken too far. For I have a grueling reality to take care of- my old trusted friend, popularly known as Acne. But I am glad that I am bidding it farewell too soon, as my dermatological medications are annihilating it with a steady success. On the other hand, my hair-fall issues that have been bothering me for quite a while now, are also going down the drain, since I have found my solutions to them. Well here, I am solely responsible for them, because I have deprived my scalp of its nourishment (oiling) for nearly half a decade! Then you expect it not to fall apart?! Absolutely unfair.

With all my heart in the preparations for a month of extravagant celeberations, I have also found solace in baking and cooking. Every day, there is one thing that I either cook or bake. I am genuinely trying to get my baking basics straightened, so that one day I can entertain my bossom pals with fine dining. Yesterday, I baked a pound cake using a recipe from my mum's diary. And to my surprise, it turned out to be way better than any recipe of Nigella's or from the galore of cook books we have. It was the best pound cake I have eaten so far. Soft and light as a feather, perfectly pale with temptingly browned top, sufficiently sweet to stimulate enough taste buds in your mouth to cherish the bite for a long time- my madeira cake was an utter delight. It infused in me a great deal of confidence for the upcoming cooking episodes and now I believe that I can easily venture into italian cooking. Splendid!
For more on my cooking and festive escapades, keep reading my online summer diary.

XOXO

Memories Revisited

So much has changed. So much. Today, I was cleaning up my memory disk and getting rid of some irrelevant shots taken in the past, that were wasting up the sacred memory of my PC. It was then when I bumped into a really old album. Ok, it was nothing that had us from the stone age. Just three years old. But considering the acute changes in life since then, it is certainly vintage.

We have changed physically, emotionally and spiritually. Sometimes circumstances change us and other times the change is from within ourselves. I had nearly forgotten about the existance of my paternal family before I revisited this album. *Sighs* Innumerable moments shared together- of laughter, of feuds, of pleasure, of envy, of trust, of distrust. Regardless of the fact that we all dwell in the same city today, not more than a kilometer away, yet we choose to be indifferent to one another. We have conveniently gotten rid of the intimate bonds we share, that might be an ardous task for some. Had any one of us thirty not cooperated in this separation, we would be sitting today in somebody's lounge, enjoying the silly jocularity of our company. But turns out, that every one of us craved for it equally. As Ali says; Whatever helps you sleep at night. Thus I won't push them to reconcile.

Also it occured to me for the first time in my life, that all us cousins share alot of resemblance, especially the ladies (an absolutely inappropriate word for the kind of girls out there). The only factor that tells each of us apart is the difference in social status. Precisely, because of how we keep ourselves. Some like it shabby, for some elegance is the choice. But no one can be labelled classy- just not the type of grooming for that. I personally worship classy get-ups but am bound to elegance. Maybe I can work my way up for that sometime later in life. Viewing some old photographs of my own, I cannot deny the amount of change that has accompanied with my 14 kg weight loss. Ever heard of EXTREME MAKEOVER? I hope this might help me stand out from the crowd of dopplegangers! *fingers crossed*

Of time when Khadeeja ( my babysister) was dark-circles-free and had a natural rouge on her fair cheeks, life was much more challenging. And that explains my spiritual stability then. My career was undecided and I needed Divine Assistance in order to get through it successfully. But that does not exempt me from the obstacles of life today. Now it has narrowed down to a fewer hardships but they are alot more bleak. Maybe you can account it to the change in attitude, that has gotten ALOT more carefree since then. I haven't forgotten the time when every insignificant issue meant a world to me. Now, I hardly care. There is seldom an issue, that I care too seriously about.

Time flies. And I can see myself going through an album three years from now, present today, past then. God knows how much more malnourished will Khadeeja seem, how much more weight will I lose, will our family reunite, what will be my priorities then, will I be able to succeed in attaining spiritual stability that I am dying for today?

Three years later.