Happy Ann...

Happy Annnnn...

Itni saari knives/slicer... I wonder if it was a cake or a bakra? *chuckles* 

I've had one of the most loveliest birthdays yesterday. It was great. Only yesterday was I musing how no one brings birthday cakes for me and I've to buy it for myself (or go with papa jani, when he's here). And, yesterday only K. api brought me  a cute sa, chhota sa cake. To top it off, that too a  pineapple cake. Well, I've been craving for a pineapple cake for quite a few days and have been too lazy to buy it for myself. So, coincidentally K. api bought it for my birthday. (Okay may be facebook isn't all that bad, lol). 

Too many bingos for one day, no. I guess it was the birthday magic (working in the right direction). *smiles*

I cut two cakes yesterday. One in the evening, because I was too hungry. And, the other one just 20 minutes before the clock struck mid-night. *smiles*

Life couldn't get any sweeter. (At least, that's what Hobnob says.)

♦

However, I cried last night. I cried like I've never before in months (or years, may be). I poured my heart out for the first time in twenty one years. I was reminded of every single shard of glass that has been stuck in my chest since ever - as far as I can go down my memory lane. And, every single shard hurt me as potently as day one. And, I cried. And, you cried with me. I cried till my eyes swelled up. Till my lungs went out of air and I gasped. I cried till I yexed.  Remembering everything, and not just remembering it but narrating everything was excruciating. Agonizing. But I cried. Because, I knew this might as well be the last time I'm crying over my wounds. Because, this might as well be the last time I felt those shards, felt the agony. Because, I knew my heart was bleeding for one last time as you yanked out the broken pieces of the glass from my chest- one by one- forever. It was painful. But, it was worth the pain. 

Catharsis.

This morning is a lot brighter. A lot clearer. A lot lighter.

I've been waiting for the moonlight... II

Yaad agaya!

What I was wanting to say was that Sid (John Abraham) in the movie (Jhoota Hi Sahi) stammers. His stammer was cute though. So anyways, I used to stammer too, sometime back. It used to happen very seldom though, but I don't know I somehow started to stammer. My stammer was pretty slight- almost negligible and, it happened sometimes only. The funny part is, I didn't stutter as a kid but somehow I developed this habit in my teenage. Even now, I stammer at a word sometimes. But as I said, it happens seldom and it's almost unnoticeable. Phew. *grins*

Umm... So, once I was telling R. api about how I've started stammering all of a sudden; she laughed it off and said, 'They say if you start being with people who stammer you yourself might catch a stammer....'. I knew what she meant by this. And, I had to look away to conceal the smile that was slowly crawling up my lips. She, of all people, must know that the people who stammered once don't stammer anymore- not really.

I had a yummy qeema today. What made it even more yummy was the fact that I had lunch at five-ish and hence, was starved. Then, as I got up to wash my hands off after having my lunch I professed my love of qeema to ama jani. And then she said, 'Acha... Magar tum tameez se tou nahi khaati', to which I said 'Na ami, I am always just with the qeema...' *smiles* and absolutely out of nowhere my mother exclaimed, 'Yeah, Z. likes qeema too...' And I was like, '....' Where did Z. come from ami, I wondered inside my head. We were talking about qeema mum, not Z. *smiles*

Hmmm.... You too are one hell of a character, aren't you? *smiles* Everybody loves you so much. You make me jealous, you know. You do. And, I used to make you jealous-once, I know. *smiles*

One upon a time at sehri

Eik dafa ka zikr hai ke eik Ann thi, eik uski ami huzoor thin aur eik Shehzadi sahiba thi(uska naam waqai Shehzadi tha). Eik din Shehzadi sahiba ne Ann ko aker sehri ke liya jagana chaha magar phir usay na kaam ho ker wapis jana para. Us ne soocha mein Ann se kis tarah is shikast ka badla le sakti hon, aakhirkaar ussay eik tarkeeb zehan mein ayi. Usne soocha kion na mein Ann ke half-fried egg mein bohat sari mirchain daal dun. Us ne foran apne is khayal per amal kiya aur dil khool ker anday per laal mirchain daal diin. Ann ne jab apne half-fried egg ki yeh khoobsurat shakal dekhi tu hairaan rehgayi. Murghi ka woh mazloom andaa puri tarah se surkh horaha tha. Ann ne soocha yeh mein kaise khaonge. Phir uss ne Shehzadi se kaha ke yeh tum ne kya kardiya hai itni sari laal mirchain daal dii hain, tu Shehzadi sahiba ne masoom se shakal bana ker farmaya ke 'zyada dal gayi hain kya magar mein tu bas zara se daalti hon'. Ann ne apna sar pakar liya, phir usne uss half-fry ki cleansing ker ke usko nosh farmaya. Jis waqt Ann woh mazloom andaa nosh farma rahi thi tu Ann ka dil chaha biryani khanay ko. Ann iss tarah ke khana sehri mein normally nahi khati hai but uss din uska dil chaha tu usne S. se kaha ke 'please mere liye biryani garam kardo' (suston ki sardarni). Magar S. sahiba bhi ami ke bedroom ke bahar kharay kharay he uski baat ka jawab derahi thi lehaza ami ke kaan mein biryani ka naam pargaya. Ami ne S. se maloom kiya ke Ann sahiba kya farma rahi hain tu S. ne foran he yeh baat unke gosh-guzaar kardi. Aur phir Ann ko biryani tu naseeb na hoi bas ami ki halki phulki daant khanay ko milgayi. Ami ka kehna tha ke Ann sahiba aap pagal hoi hain jo 2 din pehle ki biryani sehri mein kha ker apni tabiyat kharab karaingi. Ann sahiba khamosh hogayi aur chup chaap murghi ke mazloom anday per iqtefah kiya. Ab koi iss zalim samaaj ko sumjhaye ke agar 2 din pehle ki biryani nahi khaye jaasakti tu woh becharay mazloom logon ka dil jalane ke liye refrigerator mein rakhi he kion hoyi hai. Hmph. Aur phir namaz se farigh hoker Ann hansi khushi sogayi. Khatam shud.

(Iss kahani ke tamam kirdar haqeeqi hain, shehzadi sahiba bhi. Yeh kahani bhi haqeeqat per mabni hai, haan bas yeh ke shehzadi sahiba ne koi badla wadla lene ke liye itni sari mirchain nahi daali thi woh tu bas unko harri harri soojh rahi hogi, ya phir shayad surkh surkh soojh rahi hogi iss liye usne aisa kardiya)

My halwa and me

I made halwa today, for niyaaz. *grins* For the first time, I must add.

And it was a delectable delight, I am glad everyone liked it.

My mehnat ka phal... err..or should I say 'halwa'

Umm... Actually it was supposed to be a brighter shade of green but I cooked it a tad bit too much so.... the food colour isn't much to be blamed. Hehe. However, it turned out to be yummy-licious! And by the way, making this made me feel happy from the inside. So, I guess being happy isn't that hard, huh? *smiles* Anyways, now that my halwa has passed the delectability test , ami jani suggests I should make it again on the 15th Shahbaan. Insha'Allah!