The Would-Be Writer

Simple, small wishes are what life really comes down to at some point. Well not always, but sometimes. In summers, in Pakistan, we get this flower, known as the Motia, a flower of the Jasmine family. It is the most beautiful and simple flower I have ever come across. Roses, are by far the most adored flower in world. While the motia is the most underrated flower I have come across. However, it is my favorite flower. Its scent is the simple and sweet and elegant. There is nothing like it in the world. It embodies everything that is related to feminism. In my city, they make bangles of this flower. It can be found at every stop light in our city. Simple, elegant bangles can be found selling at every corner of city. If a man buys me a bangle of motia, he would have a road straight to the heart. What it means, getting such a bangle from a man, is that he thought about you while he stopped at a light. What a woman really wants, is to know that the man she thinks about at multiple time...

Let us start by saying that we all have our fault lines. Some might accept theirs while others might very sweetly and amazingly well. But let’s be real, we aren’t those people. We embrace the weirdness that is US. We also make sure we don’t shy away from the fault lines found in us. For example, I had a discussion recently where I labelled myself an optimist who is a cynical realist. What that means you might ask? It is when someone with all their heart wishes for the best, but knows that the world is crummy place and doesn’t amount up too much. So as a cynical realist, it is my responsibility, self-anointed one I might add, to be able to make sure that I spread around the realism which I foresee. For example, there is no such thing as love. Ok hold on, I don’t mean there is no love per se. there is love. I mean look at our parents, they put up with our shitty existence and all our fault lines no matter what. All of you out there who have been kicked out of their homes, need to...