Heavenly Muse

Where is my knife? You know I can’t use any other thing for cutting these vegetables. My mother would shout like this whenever she could not be able to find an old knife (that more looked like a dagger) while working in kitchen.Infact that knife has a complete history. My mother used to say that that knife was a production of her grandfather (maternal) ‘s genius mind, when he was in Kenya .My mother would add more spice to her narration by saying that he used to build home with wood and live near a wild forest for gathering timber. During His stay, he made this knife for himself and then it handed down in mother 's family.My mother eventually had this Family monument. We got so amazed by listening this story as it was astonishing for us ‘’The journey of a knife from Kenya to Pakistan. Then my mother had another antique dresser ( a sort of) which has an embellished and emotional history. My mother was very dear to her grandfather (paternal).She spent her childhood in his company...

A few days back i came to know that one my middle school class fellow just completed her MBBS.the girl who gave me this news was expecting a quite melancholic response from my side.The fact is that i myself felt a bit soreness in my throat after getting this apparently casual news.The girl who just passed her MBBS.(bachelor in medicine) used to be my best friend in 8th class.But this friendship lasted only for few months.i was outstanding in academic activities and co-curricular activities as well.one day she came to me and said;''Arooj why don't you leave first position for me in coming exam''.I got shocked and ;''why?''She said;''you are already famous for debated and other co-curricular activities to just allow me to show myself in this single field of studies so don't make good diagrams in the paper of science so that you wont get highest marks''.Well this single event created a long distance between us and both opted differen...

For every reader the climax of the story is the most interesting phase. This very point always remains surrounded by bulk of conflicts and burning problems, still we feel attracted ourselves towards climax. Apparently it shows that man feels conformable among challenges, but reality is something else. We want climax to get appeared because we want things to get settled. We want them to arrange themselves in rather smooth manner. We always expect that after this climax, all conflicts will be removed, problems will be solved, controversies will be erased, and exactly in the same way we want them to. But, is it really happen with the climax of life? I should have rather asked whether there exists any climax in life or not. in this real drama of life ,one can never be able to get stuck with a single climax and hope of the swaying peace afterwords, as life is an amalgam of climaxes .It deals with one conflict and keeps ready to offer another. When I was a child, I was told that after ...

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. (Oliver Wendell Holmes)

Our car was parked under a shady tree in front of a famous burger Point. It was a rather warm afternoon of September.we three :my sister, I , and my brother; were not in good mood .because of severe weather and for not having good EXCITING HOLIDAY , we were not even talking to each other. It seemed that we had just come back after having a long dry lecture from our respective educational institutes other than spending two hours with zoo animals(may be we were mature enough to get attracted by mere wild animals). There was street just beside the burger point. Almost four to five boys of about twelve or fourteen years of age were playing cricket despite of hot afternoon. Their group were producing laughter at almost every ball and following stork. We were observing their enthusiasm while a hard thing stroke back side of the car. oopppss! there ball had done its job .I knew very well that how much father is conscious about his second hand lovely automobile that still has the capaci...