8 Sep 2016

I miss you, Vaapa!

Well, that pretty much sums it up. This post is entirely dedicated to my dad, who passed away 2 months ago. And that explains my absence here as well. He's been filled my mind and I couldn't write or read anything. I remember the last day when I held his hands and told him to push me hard to check how strong he was. I was talking about taking selfie with him that night. I wish I had clicked one. He slipped quietly in his sleep during the month of Ramadan on a Friday early morning. The holy month of Ramadan gave us patience and strength to handle our loss.

After a week, I had a dream as if I were trying to wake him up from his deep slumber like I always do every morning with a cup of tea. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me. He was awake, wide awake. His eyes twinkled in tears. I was overjoyed and pulled him out of his grave. Then together we walked back home. I still remember how I felt in my dream that he was back from death. I called my mom and brothers to tell that I woke vaapa from his sleep. He went into the room and sat in the corner of his bed. I held his hands and asked how it was there in the Hereafter. He replied thoughtfully, it was dark. Consciously in my sleep, I thought to myself, perhaps that was Allah's will not to reveal the Hereafter to us, the living. It felt good when I woke up in the morning and saw the sunlight peeking through my windows, shining bright. It was a nice dream and it gave me hope that everything would be alright.

My father was always there for me. We had some ugly fights and the most beautiful moments to cherish. Having both ups and downs in our relationship, I know he was the one person in my life who would do absolutely anything for me, for his children.

I remember when I was a little girl, my brother and I used to lie down in our roof top with mom and dad, munching apples after dinner, listening to the stories he tell. He brought down the stars and the moon for us. I remember how I walked behind him, jumping and placing my feet in his footprints thinking I'd grow up soon like him. Well, he made a mark in my life but then he always say I am more like my mom and my brothers are more like him.

His old photographs say how cool and stylish he was. He carried himself so well. A charismatic person. He was very passionate. I looked up to him in my growing period. He was the one person who supported me till his last breath. We have had our moments. To smile, to cry, to think, to linger, to reminisce, well, now my memories are soaked in a sepia tone.

Vaapa, I will miss your hugs, your laughs and even your anger. I will miss the fun being with you. I will certainly miss our arguments. I miss our scrabble days. I will miss your complaints. I will miss your stories. I will miss posing for your camera. I will miss how you pull Umma's legs. I will miss your first wish on my birthdays. I miss so many things with you. I really did not know I would miss you this much, and If only I knew.... I miss you, vaapa. I really do.

Sometimes it is hard to accept the reality that he is no more, as I feel his presence everywhere. He is still here with us. He is a part of me. I can feel him in me. I will miss him more than any words can describe. He has given us the love and the care we could always hold onto and I will cherish that forever.

I love you, Vaapa. May Allah grant you the highest ranks in Jannah. Be at peace. Aameen!

30 Aug 2016

Jus' Kidding..! ~ #4

I know I've been hibernating for a while now in our blogosphere, and this comic is to depict the same. Well, I'm coming back soon. Till then enjoy this comic strip and do leave your comments. If not, you'll end up seeing me in your dreams with two big horns and an even longer pointy tail, scaring you. Bwahaha! :D

Oh, Jus' Kidding..! ;-)

28 Aug 2016

Sea Shells

On The Beach #3
More To Follow..

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12 Aug 2016

It's Tea Time!

Sipping my warm tea and slipping farther into the universe..
That very moment of lifting the cup to my lips..
That touch of warmth in my tongue..
That tingling taste is eternity itself,
Transcending time and space!

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3 Aug 2016

And That’s A Four!

While India is belting the West Indies in the Caribbean, while Kabali is running a dream run at the box office, while Amazon is launching their Prime in India, while discounts and sales are tempting us to shop high time and while my cousin gave birth to a baby girl, I just realized that my toddler blog has become a preschooler by completing 4 years since it’s inception in 2012. Coincidentally, this is my 301st post. :)

Happy Birthday, A Rat's Nibble! May you happily live long and bring me prosper. And together we entertain our readers. :D

For the past few weeks, I am living like a hermit in our blogosphere. Family affairs came forth and so my activities started to slow down in blogging as well as socializing with you all, my dear fellow bloggers. But today keeping other matters aside, I am here to invite you all to share my joy on this special day as my nibbling blog turns 4.

The journey of my blogging seems like it had just begun but it’s already 4 years now. Hah, how quick is the time! It has been an incredible experience with each and every post and I would take this moment to Thank You for all your love, wishes, comments, involvement, criticism and support.

Join me to nibble the cake and sing a Happy Birthday song!

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