Colors of life

I went shopping, few days ago, since my favorite sale season is here! I love to shop during sales which give me immense satisfaction knowing that I managed to save quite a few nickels. Not to mention that in that process of saving a few nickels I lost many a dimes. But never mind that. I am just basking in the glory of grabbing the best deals of the season out there. Retail therapy works wonders on my worked up mind, you see. So, while shopping and browsing through the aisles of a famous mall in my city, I saw a little girl of about 7 or 8 years watching me fascinated. I don’t know what it was that struck her the most about me that she was quietly observing me and noticing my every move. Had it been an adult, it obviously would have sent a panic alarm but since she was a little kid I didn’t pay much heed and was just amused by her fascination. Slowly, she began to approach me, came in front of me and suddenly asked “Aunty, are you a Muslim?” I stood there stunned and shocked at h

My dear friend, It’s been a really really long time since we became friends first. Our friendship probably is almost as old as we are today. We know each other since kindergarten and today our kids have also passed kindergarten. It’s amazing how our friendship grew with us and is still as strong as ever. Today, when I look back at those days, it feels like a different era.  In those times, friendship was considered to be a beautiful relationship which bonded two strangers into a lifelong bond and an unforgettable journey of togetherness and companionship. And ours, indeed, was a friendship to remember. We behaved and did everything as sisters would do, only that we were born from different mothers. The journey from school to being college graduates only got exciting and thrilling each passing year and it was just because I had you as my companion. For every little thing. We were like partners in crime. And even otherwise. I mean we couldn’t think of doing anything without each