Chronological Tea Talk

credits go to my beautiful best-friend Raneem for this lovely picture 💗 Sometimes all you need is a friend. Someone who’s always there to listen to your pointless rants. Someone willing to go the extra mile just to see you smile amidst the obstacles life throws your way. A friend is someone who understands you without you uttering a word, someone who knows where the beginning of your train of thoughts is and where it’s destined to stop. A friend may be a person, a book or a cup of tea. A person who immensely cares about you, and feels a great sense of euphoria at your minute successes before you humongous ones. A person who sits besides you and listens to you during the holy hours of night when the world is softly snoring and dreaming away. A person who’s there to motivate you when nobody’s watching, and there by your side cheering you on when the world recognizes you. Maybe a book, which consumes your sadness and turns it into treasured happiness. A book which absorbs ...

Dearest,             It’s time I write to you another letter which will never reach you. I haven’t written in so long, so no matter how profusely I apologise; it’ll never do your soul justice.  I miss you. I miss you more than the human ability to endure the feeling of loss. It’s been years now. I’m on the verge of hitting my second decade here on the Earth. I’ve always wished that you’ll be here, witnessing every step of the way and bombarding me with your advices that I’ve never forgotten. I grew up, and I wasn’t cut out to fit this grown up life. I want to return in time only to stay there. It was so much simpler and bearable. I want the small gestures that made my day back. I don’t want to be the one responsible for initiating them. I want to be taken care of, just as young me once was, not the one who holds a heavy load of responsibility on her shoulders. I grew up my dear, and I don’t like it. Today...

They were 5. 3 pairs of eyeglasses, 3 heads adorning short hair, 2 heads styling long locks, 4 credulous beings, 1 with an attitude and a story.   4 hopeful dreamers and 1 pessimistic realist. There were always 2 sides; 4 on one side and 1 standing solely in a dark shadowed side. This wasn’t categorised, or even silently agreed upon, but it was always there; looming above their heads like the dullest of clouds on a grey day. They were 5. But 4 against 1 wasn’t a considered thought. To their foetus minds, they were just 5. They were 1 group of 5. They were there with smiles, laughs, inside jokes, planned days out and secret nicknames. They were there with pure hearts and intentions. Most importantly, they were there supporting one another. Until it happened. It was inevitable really, yet none of them saw it coming their way.  Five  left them on their side and began injecting a little bit of poison in them. Except, the poison wasn’t running through their ...

With the first break of light through the gigantic windows of this grand almost scary house, a long yet small light beam peeks over a Dainty and an Accomplished. The first decides that the day should start beautifully; while the latter sleeps soundly. And the day begins. They wake up together, brush their teeth together and send each other the secret smiles they unconsciously pass which are only reserved from her to him and him to her. He dresses quickly giving her time to prepare herself. She dresses quickly to witness his calm morning aura. She is the only one who gets to see his thoughtful side. Him, standing in the huge proud terrace taking in the views while lost in thoughts. She could almost read his mind, yet she's always distracted by his eminence and minuteness at the same time. And the day begins. They enter the kitchen. Together. Almost as if this is a silent agreement. She starts cutting his morning vegetables to prepare hi...

The lump in my throat keeps getting bulkier as I stare out of the window. The bare light of dawn seeping through trying to sneak in the slightest bit of warmth among the cool breeze that’s swaying the translucent curtains ever so delicately. It’s so silent yet so loud. My mind is racing a million miles an hour. My thoughts are overly loud that they overlap causing an incomprehensible disturbance. This surely is enough to drive anyone insane, yet I’m miraculously compos mentis . It’s so peaceful outside, contrary to how it is deep inside. I feel the urge to silent those sounds and be a part of the world around me. The sounds nobody can hear. I feel the serendipity of the small bird as it lands on the window sill a few inches before my eyes. I see the weaker tree branches dancing with the light snore of the wind and feel the urge to imitate such a carefree act. But I'm trapped. Dawn stays for an utterly limited time before bidding my supposed peacefulness a ...

Dearest, We grew up in a controversial society. While some have the seeds of gender equity implanted within their souls from when they were children, the majority, however, keep repeating the old and useless mantra, “women were created to serve men”. Accordingly, we were raised. You were too generous with your flaw detection, you didn’t even hesitate a second, but then again, accordingly, we were raised. You told me I’ll cause the aging process of my skin to be quickly paced by constantly carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. If I ate as much as a normal person would, I’ll be too fat, but if I kept the intake of food minimum, I’m not taking care of myself. If I take care of others, I’m not giving myself what I need, but if I give myself some time, I’ll be self-centered and selfish. If I help around, then I’m not concentrating on my studies, or scratch that, not even reading or educating myself enough, but if I spend my time reading or going out, I’m m...

As a child, I used to have a wildly wandering imagination. While the things I imagined  may be insignificant and forget-worthy, however, only one reserved a striking spot in the back of mind up to this day. Imagine being chased by a giant machine that swallows people up and then returns them with no features. Two of those machines have haunted my dreams, one which was black and as I mentioned before, gigantic, the other was white and significantly smaller in size. The first swallowed people then returned them with blank faces, and the latter "printed" identical features onto the faceless beings. Ever since the vast evolution of the virtual world invaded our lives in every possible aspect, each one of us became trapped in their own pop-less bubble. We abide by the good for nothing trends that only dictate our way of living. From your makeup, your clothes, your body "type"and the words you use the most in your "normal" conversations, to how your...