salma sitaray

So yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, and I do think I’m slowly falling out of my habit to post regularly. I’d want to blame it on my trip to Karachi, but it was such a short (but sweet) one (not to mention took place ages ago! Or so it seems), it really did feel as if it had flown by in the wink of an eye…  Talking about Karachi, let me tell you a little story about  Three weddings and a dawat In one night Yes, in one night.  As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, there was an ‘Imam Zamin’ as well somewhere in there…  The interesting thing was, barely out of the 2 weeks I was there, was I or my hubby for that matter able to indulge in any nice home cooking. Dawat after dawat followed by shadi dinners kept us so busy; we barely had time to indulge in a basic plate of homemade malka-masoor or pizzas like my mom makes them. Meeting family, friends and relatives at these occasions isn’t however that much of ...

One of the common sights you'd see outside of any school or children's playground would be of a man on a cycle selling (wait for it) dyed chicks. It was only recently that I actually read about the dying procedure and realising that they process could only be classified as cruelty to animals. However, I'm not going to dwell in to that aspect and instead, talk about MY pink dyed chick, as well as my siblings. Mind you, for us, they were no laughing matter. They weren't just something we got as a treat for cleaning our room and then left to fend off for themselves locked up in a cage. No, these were REAL pets, like any cat or dog (this was before our cat's time of course...) So, I recall having a pink one (though I can't remember its name), my sister had a yellow one, my youngest brother had a brown one I think. My middle brother had an orange one, and my eldest brother had a green one. I've forgotten what we had named ours, but I DO rememb...