Archive for June, 2017

Yes. We celebrated the 1st of Syawal last Sunday. It was a very happy occasion. I get to meet my extended families whom I had not seen for many months and some, years.

As I sat in circles of family and friends, listening to their chatter and laughter, deep down inside I prayed that you’re having a great time too.

Do you remember when we used to organise Eid celebration at the office? We’d do potluck and everybody will bring something from their home and we’d enjoy each other’s company and the amazing food. You’re always so generous in sharing your food with us. And I will always remember the IKEA curry puffs that you bought for everyone in the team 🙂

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May you always be blessed with good health and lots of love.

Borrowed from: Indianexpress.com

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Are you scared of death? I often ask myself that question. Sometimes my answer is no but most of the time it is yes. 

I know death is probably the only thing certain about life but I’m not sure if one can really truly prepare for it. And that thought scares me.

When I was a kid, I refused to sleep near my grandma because I was worried that I might wake up beside a corpse. At that age I believed old people would obviously die before the young ones. 25 years later, my grandma is still around, blessed with good health. But she’s lost one of her sons not too long ago.

I believe there’s life after death and that we’re accountable for our doings on this earth. I can only pray that my time and yours will come when God is pleased with us.

Story #3

Posted: June 20, 2017 in a story a day
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Yesterday I dreamt of her. I don’t think there’s any trigger to it. I wasn’t even thinking about her or anything related.

In the dream she was watching a video of you and the kid and I was standing next to her. She looked sad. And I asked her a silly question, “Did you change your phone number?” She didn’t respond, at all.

I wonder if the kid still remembers her.

gettyimages-459146393-1024x717Borrowed from: mypsychologychannel.com

When we first met in the interview, I knew instantly that it’d be cool to work with you. But I didn’t anticipate that it would take months before we finally warmed up to each other.

I see myself in you, a lot. I hate to admit that because it hurts seeing you going through so many obstacles in this life and realising that I’d react the same way you did. We’re both egg shells – we appear hardened on the outside, but truly we’re sensitive and mellow inside.

The day I decided to stand up for you in the meeting room, I knew that I had chosen a friend for life.

It’s been on my mind for some time. And I’ve tried talking her into writing something that would be like a series of correspondence between the two of us. Immortalizing memories through our stories and hoping to help her go through this phase. But I guess, now, it’s up to me to hopefully write a story a day, for me, for her, for her baby, perhaps for me, mostly.

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She dropped the C bomb on us casually. After hiding it for two years, she finally told us. We were celebrating a good friend’s birthday. It was at a somewhat posh restaurant. We were eating and she was having a hard time to decide what to eat that won’t make her feel bad. And she was avoiding meat and eggs. So I asked. Then, the truth came.

It felt awkward celebrating life and being told the possibility of losing a person dear to you.

Life changed, for me, at least.