Sometimes I think because I have a mystics bent of mind , my son differenet from me , must have desired in his thoughts, his dreams a daughter like Marziya , and he got just that.
She is custom made, made to order , for Asif and his wife.
His wife loves kids , and she too might have had similar desires , that God being pleased answered by bestowing Marziya on them..
And where is Marziya now , well dont be surprised with her Mom and my wife she just left for a Majlis..not one but two..
She is wrapped in woollens as the winter spell in Mumbai continues..
Our lives have changed with the entry of Marziya to our household.. after her mother became a Shakir , it was Marziyas turn...
She keeps us engrossed, we seek her our from her slumber , we talk to her and thats what she loves the most to listen to our childish gibberish..
Yes a single child adds so much wealth to our lives, that was dull and cumbersome enchained to domesticity.
She set us free ..yes she did.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Father and Daughter
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