The art of living
is simply giving

feeding a hungry
covering an unclothed
teaching what you learned
hence passing it forth

no tangible substance
neither gem nor treasure
can promise one
an ethereal pleasure

a walk into woods and a child's laughter
and all the mornings hereafter.

-Zunairah

It's funny when you go through your old posts and realize that how different you were back then. You question whether it was you who actually wrote them. No, it must be one of my alters! The experience was overwhelming as someone who has time traveled into his/her past. Some memoirs are direct and daily rants while some are more subtle description of my experiences. Most interesting thing is my wish list which I made almost a decade ago. Let's analyze:

Wish list

- Travel out of the country alone (I did once go to Karachi from Kuwait alone but yep, I want to travel alone)
- Get a laptop 

- Learn how to play guitar (Okay, I did start but not interested anymore)

- Rock climbing/ Cliff diving 

- Social work (I do very occasionally but it has to be more often) 

- Write more poetry (Oh, yes!)

- Learn to really dance (Not interested anymore)

- Blog regularly (Yep!)

- Watch live football match at stadium (hmm... not interested much)

- Learn to sketch and paint 

- Be more assertive

- Get my own car (I would rather have a bicycle now)

And I want to add: 

- Learn new skills
- Learn a new programing language
- Write a poetry book

Some of the skills I have learned so far:

- Sewing 
- Hand embroidery 

- Baking

- Fondant cake decoration

I have to craft my blog readership as well.

He is charming yet savage!

Watch out little red riding hood!

His routine

Come.... eat.... sleep ... go... (x Repeat)

Marital bliss is a myth!

So, it turned out that I had to spend whole day alone due to some unfortunate incident that required my husband's time and presence. It's past 4 am and he isn't back yet. The day went fine but night seemed long because of the silence around. Except for rattle of occasional passing cars it is sickly quiet.

I hope morning brings some good news and my husband otherwise I don't know how I am going to spend another day alone. This is the thing I resent about marriage. One can't enjoy without being thinking of and longing for the other.

Love is when two people keep walking together like parallel lines of a rail track believing that somehow, somewhere, on some plane they will meet.

Yes, love is non-Euclidean.

I am trying to write again after years of silence.

I wonder if somebody still remembers that this place exists. The friends I made thru blogging and my anonymous, quiet followers. Let me hear from you if you are still there.