All blogs by - HENA KAUSAR

 Life is too short for stress Hello! So, how are you all? Hope you're good.  The topic on which I'm writing today was requested by someone (anonymous).  No wonder how much discussions we do have on this topic each day. No wonder how many articles have been published. If you simply type 'str' the screen would be flooded with articles.  Why should I leave this hot topic uncovered that too when maybe my words become a healer for that 'anonymous'. I wish to The Almighty for that.  So, today's topic is life is 'too short for stress'.  What is stress? What causes stress? How can one deal with it? I'd be talking about all that later on.  You all know that I'm a story teller. 😂 I love talking.  Believe me, sometimes stories and tales become a healer for you.  My granny used to tell me one tale:- Once lived a man. With a big family but limited resources. After a long time, he met one of his old friends. His old friend asked him, "Is everything i...

 The Almirah Of Memories  We're right back! Standing in front of the almirah of memories wide open, with the book of nostalgia held in our hands. So where were we? I guess we have read the first page. Isn't it? There are a hundreds of pages but I do know that in this fast moving world no one actually has an ample amount of time. If not all, then at least let's go through a few of them.  Let's flip through the second one....  We've already been talking about the legends - chocolates and ice creams. Let us come to food now. And yeah the 'exotic' ones made in our birthday 😂 Irony is, they weren't exotic. 🤣 Chhole poori and kheer. And yes! The moment I hear the word 'birthday', it reminds me of the concert which we forcefully had to show to the audience. It was to entertain them but actually it bored them. 😐 What days were they! Bindaas (cool for gen Z. It's necessary to tell them 😆) befikar (carefree, tension free).  We didn't need too m...

The Almirah of Memories  After a long time, I am standing in front of  the almirah of memories wide open. Perhaps, I'm in search of something. Oh! Yes. Here it is; the old book of nostalgia, coated with dust. There's a glimpse of smile on my lips, but my eyes are filled with numerous drops of memories, maybe because this nostalgic dust have got into my eyes. Ah! Never mind. C'mon let's flip through the pages together.  First page........ I could see some little kids running around a big courtyard, creating a noise, the one which kids usually make while playing :) here comes; the ice cream seller yelling in his sweet voice well but only for the kids not for parents :) "Get some Ice cream on this hot summer day. When the sun is shining bright" (ice cream waala.. kulfi waala..). To get ice cream, you need money. Right? So get it from the treasures of Granny (dadi). 😀 "Here you go. But make sure to finish it before your mom's sight falls on it. Want to g...

 Mother's Day 💕💖  Oh! Drop of dews, I want to ask something ; can you explain the feeling when you take shelter in lap of leaf. Oh! Pearl, pearl under the sea tell me the feeling of joy in the lap of mother pearl. Oh! The same feeling and joy when a baby hides in the lap of a lady. The lady who's called ; Mother, Maa, Amma, Ummi, Aai, Mom, Mumma..... a thousands of name to call when you're in pain. The first word when something hurts you ; Momma. Every day is a mother day for a child and a mother. Huh! She's always there for you. So, we all should make our moms happy and make them feel proud. The only thing they need from their children is love, respect and nothing else. Mothers are the creatures who  get every thing when they purchase something for their kids, when her children have a meal ; she feels that she got her hunger satisfied. So, please don't underate us with the boundations of one day. Respect every lady because each one of her is a mother to be.  Happ...

Eid-ul-Fitr    Today's eve is a little different, there's a tingle in the muazzan's voice || Every time my heart wants to look across the sky.|| That fine sparkling ray of moonlight || Yes! This is what they call 'Eid's Moon'||  For which everyone's heart was tingling,  Here comes! The night which was awaited || The moon became visible,  So why don't we too Decorate the colours of Mehndi on our  hands || Forget all pain, Remove all enmity  And come Let's together celebrate The Eid || Eid Mubarak                                  -Hena Kausar 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟