Weekends.

Couple dynamics in contemporary families is a complex, almost incomprehensible affair. Our roles should not be defined by gender we promulgate, yet within the confines of our individual homes, away from prying eyes of family, friends and society;  we are often left wondering what it means to be The Wife or The Husband. We battle... Continue Reading →

Walking on eggshells.

I assume many have abandoned this blog by now. I can see the numbers dwindle and my hard work wither away. It's been so long, and so sparse. The posts on this page are as rare as rain in Doha, and I could blame circumstance, life and the universe for it. But in truth, I... Continue Reading →

Exhaustion.

“My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how... Continue Reading →

Eid Mubarak!

Quick post folks. A late night, an aspirin, some coffee and a cold shower later, it's time to hit the road (for Eid prayers of course)! Here's wishing all you lovely folks who are celebrating Eid today Eid Mubarak. And advance wishes to folks back home and in other parts of the world, who are still... Continue Reading →

This, that and what’s up.

The past week has been killer. Nasty killer, not fantastic killer. And it has been that kind of week, when everything hits you from all sides, corners, angles and directions. Yet, I wouldn't call it a disaster. We are alive and standing, and therefore things aren't even remotely in the disaster corner. The week before... Continue Reading →

Expat pangs.

Being away from home has it downsides, no doubt. But on most days, life keeps us engrossed in it's mundane throes and we fail to process and feel the underlying void within that is constant and unrelenting. Don't get me wrong folks, we have it good here; but there are times when it hits you.... Continue Reading →

Another adventure?

I have a confession to make- I still don't drive in Qatar. Mainly because I couldn't be bothered with taking a test (my home country licence doesn't cut it here), and also because The Mister never had to take one :-/. Irrational I know! He has been to all sorts and kinds of countries (South... Continue Reading →

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