What I Value
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...
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...
Netflix free
My blog is read by my children. So this post will be written for the eyes of a child. Ones that are too precious for the nurturing of their minds...
Once there was home…
Unlike most people who come to the UAE to make a living, some of us Pakistanis are the most unique, people like me who have been living outside of Pakistan...
Summer ends 23 September
As dawn breaks I'm scanning a few topics to write about. I'm trying to develop a habit of writing every morning and some ideas take precedence over others. It's quiet...
Strong tea
There are days when I wake up thinking I want strong tea. It's just a state of mind that lasts a few minutes and then I'm happy to have my...