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The colour of the sky today took me years back, to a monastery on a small hill on the western coast of France called Mont Saint Michel.
It is amazing how something as insignificant as a flicker of colour or the brief whiff of some fragrance can trigger such strong memories.

Election 2013

My son went out to cast his vote for the first time this morning.
As he was walking back towards his car a guy stopped him and asked him who he had voted for. And my son answered.
For “PAKISTAN.”
Bravo!
He is only Nineteen years old and yet he understands the basic concept of election that has escaped many senior Pakistanis.
11 May is neither about victory of any political party nor about one’s political affiliations. The choice has always been and always should be PAKISTAN.
That is why I love the youth of today. They have no confusions about what should be at the top of their list of priorities.

I have finally unraveled the mystery of my weekend headaches.
I have been subject to those headaches for quite a while now but could never understand why they occurred punctually over the weekends.
It came down to the most important question in the end:
What makes my weekend different from every other day? Or to be more precise, what do I do on the weekends that I normally don’t do on the weekdays to trigger these headaches.
The answer was simple; I usually sleep in on weekends.
Weekday mornings are like whirlwind: me getting ready for work, rushing after the kids, urging them to hurry. Sometimes the morning goes by so fast that it is no more than a blur in my memory.
But weekends are different.
I relax on weekends.
It is one of the things that I enjoy, knowing that I don’t have to rush to be anywhere so I sleep in. But as a result I end up with a throbbing that lasts half to full day.
So the solution is that if I want a painless weekend, I have to treat it exactly the same as all other days and be a good little early bird.
Sometimes I just love God’s sense of humour, for making the cure even more distasteful than the ailment.