It's been so long. How are you? I miss you so much. Especially your world famous Biryani. Like I have eaten Biryanis in so many restaurants since last 4 years, but nothing matches to that of yours.
I am still messy as ever. I am gonna be brutally honest with you. Like I think I could never keep myself organized. Yet I still have that keychain you gifted me.
I have one drastic change though. Now I can cook. Well that includes just tea and omelette but isn't that better than burning water. Okay, yeah I still have bad sense of humor.
I hear everyone praising you now. There was a time when everyone cursed you for allowing me, a girl to be who I am. I wonder how just one incident can make people change their own statements.
I hope you haven't told your new found friends about my secrets. I still trust you even though we are very far. But distance couldn't change the bond we share. Right?
I promised to share everything with you. So here's a little secret. First pinky promise you won't tell it to anyone. I have a boyfriend. And he is everything that I could ever wish for. I will tell you more about him in the next letter.
Well, so how's everything up there? Are you happy? How's heaven? Is it everything you used to tell me about when you were with me here.
Hope we will meet someday. Till then I will keep writing letters to you. Mobile service doesn't work over there. Got my sarcasm. Only you will laugh at my worst jokes. I love you Mumma and I miss you so much.
A loving daughter.
Nida Shaikh (@_wordsandcaffeine_)
Kind eyes, that see past the frail outward impression to that which lays beyond. A genuine smile that shines light to all it lands upon. And a pure heart that shows love to every living thing.
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3 seasons of dullness.
You've obliterated the bittersweet essence of spring when you devoted your soul to winter,
obscured yourself in a series of blizzards.
For, disruption and self-destruction have always been of tradition,
a mislead attempt aimed at preserving the remains of your fragmented sanity. /part three/ -Youde Haret
3 seasons of dullness.
A notion smeared by clouds of smoke.
Childhood dreams conquered by flaws.
A leap to the past;
Two puffs would throttle you.
Now, cigarette packets deluge you with the perception of "Home".
For one drag is followed by another, and the whiffs of grey are to sustain your living corpse. /part one/ -Youde Haret
‘’i’m a (s)’ii’G(H)...B(O)RG(/es) / B’U’t T(H)at’(s) (O).K.’
Still from the epic Korean film ‘I’m a Cyborg, But That’s OK’, directed by Park Chan-wook, 2006...modified using iPhone and insta fx...
Text inspired by Radiohead track ‘15 Steps’, 2007...
Title inspired by Argentinian poet Jose Luis Borges’ ‘Poema de los dones’, 1959:
“... ¿Cuál de los dos escribe este poema
de un yo plural y de una sola sombra? ¿Qué importa la palabra que me nombra
si es indiviso y uno el anatema?
Groussac o Borges, miro este querido
mundo que se deforma y que se apaga
en una pálida ceniza vaga
que se parece al sueño y al olvido.”