Yesterday, PIA flight 661 crashed near Havelian, Pakistan. All 48 people on board lost their lives.
Among one of the deceased was Junaid Jamshed.
June 20, 1963. The United States and Soviet Union signed an agreement to set up a hot line communication link between the two countries.
If you could have a hot line to any person, dead or alive, who would it be? Who would you want to chat with if you only had twenty minutes on the hot line? What would you tell them?
You may not remember me but I do remember you so well, even after so many years. The last time we met was more than 25 years ago and yes, that’s a long long time. We were 5th graders back then, so it is okay if you have no memory about me or what happened the last time we met. Continue reading
Vintage is the topic for Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week. Let’s see how many of you remember these!
An old beauty box. This was heavily used by my mother and her sisters during the 80’s and 90’s. I remember this box being the center of so many makeup sessions of countless parties and events.
Recently, the Karachi Walla once again went to the antique market in Saddar, Karachi and found a man who sells nostalgia in this digital age.
Childhood memories of a giant Royal Poinciana tree, right in front of my home, fills up my heart with pure joy, as I travel back to those days when I was young.
Last year, during my early days of blogging, I posted about a little stationary shop in my area from where I used to buy all my stuff during my childhood.
That shop is still in business and since today is Uzair (my son’s) first day in school, so I find it appropriate to re-blog it. Because those days are now here when I would take him up to that same shop from where his father bought his pencils or erasers or rulers or colors and so much more.
I took out that old box today
It was untouched for so long
I dusted it off and looked at it
Puzzled to open it up or not
I love to ride my bicycle for hours
The sweat on my body didn’t bothered me at all Continue reading
Stuff I wrote from before...
Experience, Dream, Create
Inspired by Photography
this & that
~wandering through life in my time machine...you never know where it will stop next~
Rural doctor, mom, writes poems, dance, sing.
Words are to be lifted from the soul! Photograph’s are memories of the heart yet to unfold! Let’s begin!
LETTERS to TIME PASSING
Adventure is out there