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The latest English and Urdu writing from Yasser Masood, including essays, memories, satire, plays, poems, thoughts, and reflections.
Forgetting…
I can't seem to recall the name of our arts class teacher, Madam ________. It was a very unique name. I do clearly remember her face and one particular interaction...
Warp speed ending…
44 years (45 this month) in and on this planet makes me very finicky about what I choose to do during my typical day. It's the nervousness of knowing that...
How are you?
One great habit I learnt this year last year, is from my close friend. I have got in touch with them after 17 years – a very long time for...
Friends are gems and blips…
The course of history, or the usual course of history comes to a halt when friends visit. Time as we know it, ceases to exist and the few moments we...
Once upon a time, there was a Paratha…
My cup of tea is ready, it awaits the first sip. We're out of bread this morning and I'm awaiting the planned Paratha Anda breakfast so the traditional and lovely...
Shut the WhatsTAP
Since the dawn of the Internet, we've always had some chat program that takes the limelight and everyone, that is everyone you know uses it, and considers it divine. A...
One's ...
One's beliefs make one. One's beliefs shape one's actions. One's actions instruct judgement. One's judgement is upon one...
Many a castles lie in ruin…
I skipped writing yesterday, I had a new design to push for our Spiderz home page and that went well. Using the tools we do, it takes about a day...
Chai tos makhan khain…
An early morning, breakfast of chai tos makhan (brewed-tea, toast and butter) has returned. After my strong tea article, one of my dear friends pointed out the risks of having...
The pastures of yore…
Your face is your identity. Not your hair. Neither your beard. It's your face that every human or AI would read and uniquely identify you, as you. Facial hair is...