Daniyal previously at two, is now four-and-a-half and Maliha is heading towards her (terrible) two's. She spunky, curious beyond her age and opinionated... with a flare for getting into trouble. There's a lot more to her obviously, but there's no time. You know how it is, of course. :)
So the work load has grown exponentially.
But I have a good friend. One of those, who picks up your broken body off the floor, puts it together with a warm, heavily-sugared cup of tea and balms your fractured soul and diminishing grey matter with her soothing personality... AND tells you, "No Ambreen, you must write again".
So, out of touch with the written word, with little sentence coherence and poor humour, I am back. (You can always blame her later). Hopefully, this time, for a longer spell.
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