Enjoy little things!

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At every nook and corner there is bound to be a little twinky like bounty waiting to be enjoyed. and your bounty is just right at your doorstep so you should better pick it up or else it would go missing! Life is full of beauty. Notice it.Notice the bumble bee, the small child, smell the rain and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential.
I thought how unpleasant it to be locked out and I thought how it is worse to be locked in. My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, I can't figure it out. What am I going to do....but for now we all should learn to enjoy little things that would result big wonders. But don't forget to see the size of the pigeon hole you can be slotted in to. Hasan Haider a Dawn Blog writer says "The tiniest of things in life which always seem trivial to all of us, as everyone is relentlessly in a rush to achieve something we all are looking for, but in all reality we do not really know what that even is".
Wake up and smell the gorgonzola. don't curtail the little child in you. We should look at the little things because much goes one behind the scenes so take it till you make it. Its often very difficult to be optimistic, its almost as though you are at the odds.
If you are served a peeled and cut fruit enjoy the little gesture and do not wish you could bite through a fresher, bigger and clearer one. If you are given chocolates have a bite whether its bitter or sweet,local or imported, Hersheys or Cadbury.It really doesn't matter. Enjoy the little thing for you never know when you are going to be given the rest! Take hold of, accept everything and enjoy them while the good little twinkies in life last. Enjoy today cause you never know if tomorrow would be better or not.


Like on the New Year, there was no electricity at first, then when there was light we has nothing to do and we completely sat idle, seeing flash on news what was happening where "Sydney fireworks....Look Sea-View fountain-", I cut myself a cucumber , sprinkled "chaat masala" on it and went out, eating the cucumber and enjoying the limitless ambiance of winters! And I realized little things can bring you unexpected enjoyments!

Written by your bubble mate,

Ayesha Riaz:)

When I Grow Up I Want To Be Like Mommy!

Once upon a time, when the world was a more innocent place (well, it seemed to me)...........

When mum asked me "What do you want to be?" with out any reason I answered "...like you"


All around the world you'll see kids saying to elders where "When I grow up I want to be like mommy" They say this because they have strong affection with there mums. They are little and unwitting of things around. There mums fill there steel traps with so much love that they are inspired by her and so they simply decide they'll be like her when they grow up. They are 5 years old and as they start growing there perception changes! I am 13 now and I simply have no eagerness towards the words I used to say. I wanted to be like mommy but now I feel like being non other than a bigger personality or a richer ones around me!


Now I love her but I don't agree to my own statement, because we feel like being the gems who are exposed towards public with fame and are not glued to house or stuff. What has diverted are attention is materials around are bubble.  It was a time when mum was the only hero,the only cook but the technology and other better patriarchal protectionisms are making better foods than mum. Just rewind for a moment and think when you said "Mom, when I grow up I want to be like you" Now come back and right now think what do you want to be, of-course the cream of crop or saviour so that you have all the power and wealth. And there is nothing bad in being what you want to be, there is nothing bad in being even bigger until you have right thoughts. Its all OKAY! But there are people who simply want to be a hero along with the essence of the teaching of there mums. Now that was about people who are manufactured like money! Now lets put light on one the confused brains who don't even know being this or that would be okay or not? Number one being like your mommy is nothing bad, its great instead, Number two being 'X' or 'Y' is also nothing bad just when you use it in a right way and lastly number 3 confused or derailed product is not known, only when you don't want it to be.


I am from this, I don't know what should I be, I miss the time when I was asked by mum "What do you want to be?" I am 13 and its 21st century---I am BLANK! If you also feel the same and you are thinking who you are,why do you exist? THINK! I am doing the same trust me. And I hope mom when you'll ask me again I 'll have the same mesmerization like I had before when I was little.
So dear mom I am still on a hunt for that X you pointed at years ago and I am longing to have the same mesmerization. My point dear reader is that old times come back to us as well forcing you to rejuvenate the unrenitting BIG thoughts and that everything comes to its senses and does what really need to be done!

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Written by your bubble mate,
Ayesha Riaz:-) 

The World Within A Sock.

I f you are wondering whether you are about to dive in to a stream of smelly old socks, you are wrong instead you are wasting your time. Because if you are already in a sock,here I come describing your habitat! This about world within isolation, sophistry and that stinks bad.
It often comes a point where we ask ourselves "Where in the world am I? But wait, omg! It looks around its prison" realizing the worst possible nightmares: "can anybody here me?" NO, you need to understand the you have to come out of that socks because nobody can hear you or love to come there.


Like a poor fishy makes its way from great oceans to a huge water tank for several days, then into an oxygen filled plastic bag for several hours and then finally into either a four walled enclosed space or a spherical bowl likely to be all alone!

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How are you going to stop the undersized yet significant evil taking place? Just like the fishy did, one fine day fishy comes to a conclusion there is no compassion but rather complete ignorance to the misery of the silent and helpless.
You see,we may be cynical and jaded but we never give up!Its that simple isn't it? Its time to paint the canvas new,to dump the old nutshell that you are in and come out,address to the world and do what you desire! Remember first,you undergo such a terrible amount of suffering and then you become famous!


Fairytales can be reality as well, like Nemo and the ugly duckling! Living with pain won't help you when you come out and have perseverance, when you think of yourself and not what others would think, and when you believe in dreams of any heights you surely reach there!

Written by your bubble mate,
Ayesha Riaz:-) 

Time Travels!

Its so uncertain how time flies without even letting you realize it did!
As time goes by things change, you change, the whole world around changes and at a moment when you think of what had happened on all those yesterdays you sigh and say "It seems just like in a blink of an eye, that just took seconds!" It didn't perhaps it took time to come in being but you got tired of Sundays so you jumped on to Mondays!

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I think of going back to my days, when "Cerelac" and milk was the best meal ever until I grew and it all kept on changing! More hordes, more petite you get. Time keeps on squelching you behind the scenes. everything I am not made me everything I am. you can't stop the clocks from ricking, the things from ceasing, but you can put yourself in the same train and move on to which ever station it stops.
Time travels and so do you! Things keep on orbiting, at a point when you turn around and look at the steps of stairs you walked through, you wish like jumping all the way down, but you can't. All you do is move on! Love time and live it because it never comes back just like 1998 never did, an year in which I was born-Free!


Three things come to my mind when I think of my childhood, years full of unforgettable memories!
I remember when on Saturdays we used to wake up late and in breakfast we used to eat bread and fried egg with tea! Mum used to call out our names to take away the breakfast, rushing in the kitchen we'd fight with each other for who'll get the egg with perfect yoke. Usually the fried egg had a scrambled or irregular yoke and if one was with a perfect, rounded and zipped yoke we'd fight over it! And mum kept on telling us they are probably the same, with exact tastes. But we would never stop! I remember when early in the morning I used to dress up for school and I used to be so pissed off that every day I'd cry over with mum over "socks", I used to tell her that they are small and I wanted long ones. Every school morning tears had to bowl along.Our uniform was a frock that was till the knees and I used to see my friends wearing long socks so there knees don't wear out perhaps every morning I used to cry that I wanted long socks, and I kept on stretching them. Small ones seem so awkward I kept on telling her. And my sisters would laugh at such a witful act of mine.LONG-SOCKS! I still remember when I always packed my school bag early in the morning and used to forget drinking the tea that used to be 90% milk and my sisters would be waiting for me in the car, dad blowing horns. I used to hurry at the kitchen table, mum used to tell me to sit properly and bring your chair closer, the tea is hot and it may fell on your clothes. And my ignorance always resulted what mum warned me for; in hurry, I used to drink it all quickly and looking somewhere else, I didn't knew I was making a 60 degrees angle of my cup of tea gradually from 90 degrees, my cup used to twist over to 20 degrees and until I'd realize, the tea used to be on my white frock, mum used to take off my frock, scolding me and quickly washing it and then pressing the wet frock hastely. My sisters knew I had done something that I do everyday and so they never waited for me! Sometimes I used to get in the car and the best part was that dad would drop me first!
I remember eating black board chalk, egg shells (they seemed crunchy to me), sleeping with mom or else I won't have a good night, not bothering to sharp the blunt lid of my pencil, being to shy to answer in a loud voice and much more I wish comes back from those old A,B,C books and barbie bags!


Written by your bubble mate,
Ayesha Riaz

The Silence Of Laughter!

I stood there in the crowded and the noisiest playground at school but it wasn't noisy to my ear nubs. I could not hear anything, it was like everything was awkwardly silent and as if people dubbing. The voices faded from me. Everything was silent because in the noisiest place I assumed silence, thus silence was within me as if any lips glued and mind was used to everyday school fusses. Until one of my friend who is little in height but perhaps has a long hand that is the only reason she showed her hand to me with fries, offering me to have it. All the numbness and silence flew and I rushed upstairs. 
Some how I have forgotten laughter or how to smile apart from the jokes I crack with giggles. And I feel like the most worst person on earth when I see faces! The laughter one, the little hugs, the celebration of winning, the talks, the jealousy and the friends with even more friend because I never had them, Never had so freed mind at ease or great friends like they had!

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 Back at home I sat in the dining room with a pile of old unsorted papers, I could hear a "whoosh" sound constantly from outside at a 30 second interval, I was warmed up and I could hear kids in my neighborhood playing. It was a perfect silence as I read a novel which made me sink. I could see how the sunlight entered through dark curtains and then dimmed. The sound of wind took my attention. I went into the kitchen, looked around if anyone was watching and opened the '7-up bottle', without even bothering to pour it in a glass I slurped it right from its vent and quickly rounded up the cap! After swallowing fistful of ' chicken pulao ' I snaked my way outside. I stood right next to the door as the wind tossed my wet hair, it felt like all the impurities and obstacles in my mind were taken away. Everything appeared much slower than normal, only the wind and tall trees swinging like wind champs. the silence of laughter for once made me realize the world of nature is the most awesome-est thing and that nothing was at the odds.
Perhaps sometimes nature puts you into the leading role of a film and you are like harrowing yet exhilarating!
-----As those tears bowled along my eyelids, I tried to take them in. I was wishing they won't come out. My neck pained as I tried to endure all those tears. My teacher saw me quiet and she asked me the question "Ayesha, what is the gradient for line A and the equation?" I starred at my note book and I couldn't figure out the right answer, I  uttered "4" and she answered "Its -1/4x + 4" I nodded and brought my knuckles closer to my eyes, rubbed them with my eyeballs and wondered if things would go on just the way I want them to. It wasn't that I had got less marks but that they weren't the ones which could make my mum go up the stage. And all the others had got satisfying marks too. But what I learned was that those obstacles are a part of reality and that everyone has to do something or the other before they leave, so perhaps there must be something for me as well to do and that I'll soon realize. Its not only me or yo at the odds or its not only you who'll get all the desired.Thus there are people who'll also have happiness like you do and would result there hard work or deceived personality.
 But for now jealousy is just not the right thing to do!-->Have faith in God and of course you'll be someone or do something even if you don't know what!


Written by your Bubble mate,
Ayesha Riaz:)

Shall I ever for get those happy days?

Shall I ever forget those happy times?


Shall I ever forget those little luncheon boxes,
which had mum's handmade mayonnaise sandwiches,
yet I was to meek,
to bite through it,

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Shall I ever forget the old friend,
I left in childhood,
the memories I tried to bury,
the sour gossips we had,


Shall I ever forget the days I won't sleep,
without mum, the days I'd cry,
if mum won't be there,
till yet her hands solace me,


Shall I ever forget the things,
that'd be madness,
yet there was method in them,
there was not a moment to be lost,


Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when at school I'd cry,
for a golden star on my cheek,
and even if I got it,
I would cry for the silver one,


Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when birthdays had celebrations,
the day was always yours,
with a bunch of gifts,


Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when dad filled the plastic swimming pool,
with water and kept a stool,
for us to jump from it,
as if in a real swimming pool the metal ladder stood,


Making your heart fool,
was much easier than growing up,
and facing the bitter truth,


Shall I ever forget those happy days,
those times of love,
of obstinacy,
of barbie bags,
of ninja thoughts,
of you and me,
 There was not a moment to be lost!


Written by your bubble mate,
Ayesha Riaz:)