In conversation with Dad.

Me:    Salam daddu Dad:  Walaimumasaalaaaaaamm Me:   This tells me you are have no idea how happy I am to know that.. Dad:  Ahahah..hows stoner Me:   Stoner is good having breakfast.. (it was like 12.30 pm but dad wasn’t surprised) Me: you know whats a drip coffee? Dad: Umm .. no.…… Continue reading In conversation with Dad.

Spilled ink..

Black coffee Wind Music (coke studio) And the sky looks like somebody spilled thinned ink See.. Its windy..really nice windy..not i-need-to-grab-a-pole windy. I was determined i will beat anxiety least to a certain level. I did it. And its double the joy…beating anxiety and accomplishing something thats never been easy. Its not easy. If…… Continue reading Spilled ink..

Gibberish Again (with soft pastel work)

warning: you can totally avoid reading this post if you have something important to do it’s full of random gibberish. you can just look at the pastel work and move on to save time. I slept smiling and I woke up smiling. Talked to my baby brother last night. this weird baby is 11 years…… Continue reading Gibberish Again (with soft pastel work)