The Hidden Alcove

Everything’s falling apart at it’s seams. They say a stitch in time saves nine. But if the thread you use is weak, even ten stitches will not be enough, will it? I want to stop time right here and right now, I’m not ready to face what the future might hold. In fact I’m pretty sure I know what it holds, not something I want to face up to. Life's treacherous.

Stupidity: ***

My phone is terminally ill. It either comes switched off even when it’s on, or if I do get a call, I can’t hear anything. It needs a major operation or it may die on me, or at least go into coma. I love my phone, I don’t want it to die.

It's the first ever thing I bought with my well-earned cash, and well my first ever phone too. The problem is I’m not sure how worth it, it will be to get it operated, what if it still dies on me. *sob*

I turned a year older today, not that I feel any older or any different. My day turned awesome as soon as I got some awesome wishes from some awesome people. I didn’t do anything special, didn’t get any special gifts or anything. But it was all sooo special.

• Imaan sang Happy Birthday for me in the cutest most adorable way, oh and how can I forget her adorable flying kisses.
• I got balloons with smiley faces on them.
• I wasn’t allowed to sleep with wishes at 2 in the morning.
• I was woken up at 7 in the morning with some more birthday wishes.
• I had a cuute wish waiting for me when I logged into FB. You made my day very special.

It was a happy happy day, and it’s not over yet. I'm hoping for some more cute little moments, to make this day even cuter.

It’s 6th of July today, and my sis is leaving in another few days. The depression is hitting once again. I’m home alone right now, no one’s here and the house feels so empty, it’s like I’m in a ghost town or something. No sound of laughter, no one to say ‘kaala’ and give me flying kisses every now and then. No one to come and type gibberish on the keyboard-- I feel so alone.

It’s supposed to be a part of life, your sister getting married and moving away, but it feels like losing a part of you. I never cried on her wedding, it wasn’t till the next day when I was flying back to Dubai and saying goodbye to her at the airport that I realised that I was actually losing her. We would be in two different countries, in two different worlds, and it was basically an end to one phase of my life. I’m wondering how many parts of yourself you can lose before there’s nothing left?

This is the first time I saw my niece, she’s an absolute cutie (MashaAllah), but the though of her going away is piercing. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I really wish I could live in this moment forever. Keep her like this forever. Maybe the next time around she won’t even know who I am. I’m starting to realise a little bit why we always remain kids for our mothers, no matter how old you get. I feel like that about Imaan, and she’s just my niece.

Ri left today, sis will leave in a few days and so will Imaan. Life just sucks at times!!!

So true!! It's the little things always!

We ran out of tissue, so we called the Supermarket and he brought us this.

Pyar facial tissue! Come on, give me a break! How lame can you get!