Sunday, December 23, 2012

Sasural gainda phool

Indeed.

Sometimes they make me wanna scream. An over protective mother defends hypocrisy and ill behavior in a beloved daughter who, with her twisted Islamic dogma and holier than thou facade, punishes people for no good reason other than the fact that they didn't read her mind for what she wanted. spoilt much? Oh, and i'm supposedly included in the silent/bitch treatment by said sister by virtue of belonging to her ( not so guilty either) brother. Innocence kills too sometimes, and being a martyr to my own kindness is my very favorite well rehearsed act.

Sigh.

Patience. Cook clean kill your dreams your voice and make submissive everything you ever held dear. And when they invade your space, hide in your little hole whimpering injustice.

Such is life.

Atleast the husband is a sweetheart.
#consolation.

-eeda

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Marriagethings.one.

Can there be anything sweeter than the sound of his somewhat labored breathing while I lay on his forearm?

Yaqeen nahee ata.

On a side note, installed blogger app on phone...I might just come back alive.