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A Story A Day ~ 7 ~ Landlocked,Home locked,Lockup…Lock down…Lock in…

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“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf

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‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’

well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use it..er..in all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….

ESL?

yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!

why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of  conveying..er..thoughts and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..

‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked  in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so on..it is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?

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and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…

‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?

well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are royal..as we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…

no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’

well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our cards..er..I mean guards….

and so you still say you are locked….

Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..

Water?

yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?

Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…whats that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..

hey see I told you we are locked……..

the Key the Key..the DRINK the DRINK..is to blame…….’

Hope Manifest in The Guiding Star’ Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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When I feel heavy, when my heart is somewhere far away from me, when I experience helplessness, a strange emptiness I move towards my pencil and paper…I stare and desire to write, to scratch, to draw, to say it all in words…and then I know I am at peace…writing brings peace and reading , more so…but then what is there on paper…

it so happened as night took over, I woke up with a start, something brought me to full consciousness…I lay not quite frozen, rather a bit warm, wondering what could it be…is there someone on the roof? a cat? a prowler? let me see…er..check the time…the small clock showed 2.30 a.m. Oh…the T 20 match we lost ,what purpose lies in this game,I wonder…. game ended at  about 12…Princess time…and hardly two and a half hours have passed…they say there are unseen beings living around…some try to put you to sleep others wake you’

come offer your midnight prayers…so I started reciting holy verses…I keep the rosary close, it shines in the dark and I like that…other items close to the pillow are: a torch, a bottle of Vicks vaporub, my medicine pouch, and my small book of prayers’ sometimes my notebook and a pencil is also not far, and recently I have been keeping my knitting stuff handy too…

How does one keep track…or find out about any ‘others’ in the room…if any…the neighbors house is rather close to the bedroom wall and many sounds and voices can be heard…perhaps some sound came from there…

one thing strange I just noticed…no barking of dogs have I heard in the past month…just the growling of cats a couple of times…

the electricity goes off without warning and there is darkness over everything …well for some time…I wonder what people do during those hours…maybe I will write a book on ‘Load shedding Time Activities’

Oh the light blinked …is it the unseen friend…must ask…

‘Salam, the blinking light called me, afraid are you…be afraid only of The Malik The King…Majestic…

Salam Peace to you’ Oh yes, yes, the guidance has come, the awareness has dawned, alas for so many years there was dark ignorance…

Be at peace if guidance has come and is coming…hold strongly the rope of faith..Chapter Name:Al-Emran Verse No:150

بَلِ اللّهُ مَوْلاَكُمْ وَهُوَ خَيْرُ النَّاصِرِينَ {150

tonight’s message..and no worries about strange sounds, The King has a law for everything and it is given..seek and you shall find….then remember..remember….time time …time..and ..more duty…..

look the star is shining….

Poor, Poor, Prices? Return of the Mysterious Dialogue…2017

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A quarter of the year past,Good things have come.Joy fun happiness.Yet the heart seems heavy, the spirit needs the eyes outflow, appetite stays away…..

I believe we have become poor. Poor not in  resources on land but poor in the inner recesses of our weakening hearts. Love sympathy kindness honesty generosity empathy has not been seen or felt for quite a while…prices, prices,prices on the rise…I wonder how hundreds make their meals ..er..healthy meals and what they may drink..I mean water..clean water…but  first …clean…how to be clean stay clean..keep clean….Oh Dear…humans can be so poor…so helpless…helpless….help…its dark outside..waiting for the new moon…two months and then Ramazan…fasts begin…if only things would be affordable..

Aha’ affordable? everything can be affordable ..’  do not be so depressed…here I am again..sent…to guide you..see there is one who knows who cares who gives and who is the Greatest Master….

Salaam salaam salaam….so grateful, yes I have not been grateful regularly as regular as I have been blessed…yes this is the reason…alas we forget we miss we ignore…..

tell me what disturbs ?

‘why is there… delay? why speak so loud…to make someone hear…does justice and fair play  ‘ need a shout’ ?

easy questions need no efforts,no research no preparation no analysis…

what type of answer is this,if I may ask again…please,please there is so much confusion doubt mistrust…and..exhaustion has almost taken over …..gathering energy from all corners…but

well, it is an inside story, an inside act, an inside demolition plan, see? when rules are unknown,untold,unwritten..there are bound to be violations…but rules were given long long ago…everything written bound recorded saved confirmed…..

we were never aware..but why were we not ? that is my question….time wasted..life wasted..purpose lost….

no no you still have time…one small act one good deed one small kindness can make majestic miracles happen….

how can good deeds be done when there is confinement..when one is under outside control,when there is no support…encouragement, inspiration…motivation….

there are opportunities if one has the intentions,the Master shows The Way

can you please request…please make the shopkeepers keep prices low and affordable this year?

The Master has already heard the request…He waits for His people to ask..so keep asking and more so …keep thanking….and Oh Oh…it will be dark…dark…

dark? or Light of dawn?

no no, the worldly light will stop shining,and I must hurry to finish my work…cheer up now for there is hope and it will descend,think kindness..kindly and be kind…..

will the prices come down? petrol has gone up by…er…..two…no, one rupee….not that there is need to travel but still one needs some wheel support at some time in life…tell me more,please…

prices oh…

Nothing but silence…peaceful…nothing stirs…then far away a cock crows…once…then again and again…till darkness fades away to welcome the emerging golden effulgence…..

till next ………………………………………………………………….

Tweet from Canada ~ Vanishing Style of British Houses ~ Hot Freshness ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 2015

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‘Those were the days, my friend..I thought they’d never end….’they’d they’d…they would…they..Oh never mind, English, English …Good English…wrong English , no ‘incorrect….’finish finish…the most funning thing…the most funny…funny…funny…its not funny…its money money money….deliberately deliberate…’deliberate is when something is delivered by TCS’…Oh come on…I think it is like this…’TCS the pack by Leopard’…Uh Uh ….what am I thinking? So much keeps happening…it will happen…changes will occur , surprises will surprise, and miracles will manifest…

Oh, these are the days, my friend, so quickly do they end and the MIRACLE…the tweet from Canada is still fresh, the photograph from college days…a miracle…kept thinking..in fact for quite some time stopped ‘thinking’ and could only manage to say,’ohhhh hai Allah ji, ye kiya, hai ..kahan se ..kitni yadein jaag utheen’….and the mind heart and soul went flying back more than forty years..Twitter brought us together again …we were neighbours in Rawalpindi Cantt..our Fathers  serving in the Army,lived in identical British style large houses,with separate kitchens,large open lawns ,lots of trees,and imagine a driveway with two gates…played ate told stories shared books and much much more…sat on the low wall and talked for hours…I wonder what we talked about..

I will tell you for I know…you talked about fairies, food sweets toffees ice cream and movies…and ..songs…sang a bit too…

‘Oh you dear guardian, you know all, you are supposed to know…I should have known..but how could I have known..so how is it..over there? Oh I may not ask…am I doing good?

Hmmn a little, work hard, finish the Holy Book and act accordingly…lessen the time for ….

Oh it must be Scrabble..I have friends waiting for their turn trying to win..once they win they are happy’Everyone wants to win but no one wants to make that effort’ why is it..a certain lethargy seeping in and increasing day by day..?

No No just keep your heart clean,fill it with remembrance of the Great Master and all will be well.

Yes He is the All Powerful…and in this world some people say ‘They are’ and ‘They are the owners, the commanders, the rulers, the the……

well, let them, they will answer that themselves when the time comes…

Time Time yes Time changes and when I found my dear neighbour..in fact she found me…I thought of the great ‘change’ in the houses we lived…we had spacious areas to play ,run about hide and seek,jump and roll,swing and chase…it was such fun..but…the lawns have been shortened to give way for the road…there are more cars now…I loved the British style of construction..I still do..one thing I appreciate..the engineering expertise..and the language

that makes two…

well,yes…the kitchen was separate..a joy to walk up to and peep in..smell the cooking aroma,glimpse the wood burning and hear the crackling sound…once I saw the ‘roti’ swell up like a ball on the coal..hmmn yummy…now no wood sometimes no gas, so no home roti at all…it is ‘tandoori’ ..but its good and’well..someone else makes it…

ha that’s it..again someone else doing the job….

‘then the long open verandahs..purposeful…sun room space…playing area during rainy season…story telling session sittings, and turning the handle of the wooden ice cream bucket..the best exciting activity…Ice_cream_maker_Husqvarna the bucket was exactly like this one..we took turns..to turn the handle..mother would keep adding ice pieces and pour pinches of salt on them…I have never tasted such delicious ice cream…again…None like Mother’s Special Flavour Vanilla with fresh mangoes….Ah…those were the real days…..Now,milk? mixture of chemicals…wither fresh ice cream…

Dear you are responsible to get fresh stay fresh and pure in heart and soul body and mind and the rest will follow..fresh fruit fresh milk fresh vegetables fresh meat..everything clean and fresh…

Oh wishful thinking why have we lost all that’…

‘The desire’it is the foolish desire…to have more and more..they don’t know that ‘less is more’ the more you give the more you will have…

I think it is the heat…June is hot but ”someone said’ hell is hotter, so be grateful…

what a dialogue of ‘gratefulness’ every time it keeps coming back to…..my friend ‘came back’ I am so awed’ don’t know what to think…remembering so much..and wondering about The Master’s purpose …Ah I know now..Oh how true..we will return…we will return….I had given up but ‘she came’ with all the good thoughts wishes memories and above all what she related about my parents…she proved an angel here….I share the lines…

”Assalam Aliykum Anju
Today is mother’s day here in north America and I want to take advantage of this day to pay my respect to the memory of your beautiful mother.
My sister Kishwer Baji once said that your mother was like a ‘’kashmir Ki kali’ (Rosebud of Kashmir). At the time I was too young to understand but now I realize that baji was right. She was the most beautiful lady and when I read your articles about her suffering and pain, and her endurance and courage in facing the test of Faith by Allah I can visualize a high place for her in Heaven along with her two sons gone before her to make a welcoming team for their mother.”

here I wish to remain with the comforting thoughts heavenly sent…a gift from My Master Thank you…and now to pray..as prayer is better than sleep…prayer is better than sleep

 

April Poetry ~Peace ~ Weather Mystery ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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CAM00084Cruelty ..cruel..cruel is the …I wonder why T S Eliot the famous symbolic religious poet felt and wrote that April the beautiful month of change creativity and colorful blossoms was cruel? ‘yes,snow surprised us and so did hail and so did rain and so did the volcanic eruptions and so did the Mt Everest avalanches and the devastating Earthquake…May Allah have mercy…Forgive us O Merciful Gracious One…This April poetry has kept me company…no cruelty anywhere but creativity and surprises…

‘Indeed hello there Great Poet,share the surprise first though my heart is light as well as heavy,I do have a heart you know that but with balanced feelings er…perceptions er…observations..O well you know how it is..

‘well other than the day becoming dark as night,hail striking like a rain of bullets.though these bullets are not so frightening,poetry writing and sharing I received a touching email, a miracle,all the way from Canada…

hmmn who could it be…from Canada another of the hundreds of fans..eh..?

No no not then but now…  a childhood neighbour friend who traced me through one of my poems which she came across while surfing the web,isn’t this amazing? and she sent me the most wonderful gift I have ever received…a photograph of our student days …

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I will call it ‘The Wonder of Poetry’

amazing indeed’and how many years ago is this..now don’t worry about revealing your age…

no not this time..we have met on line’er..after 42 years…42…and according to my dearest friend ‘it seems like just a few days ago’ we played for long hours,sat on the small low wall sharing our world of dreams and dolls,played hide n seek among strong trees that grew in our home compounds, our game was ‘lakkar choo’ touch the tree’then run run run..catch me if you can..it was fun…’hopscotch was another favourite and ‘how can I forget 7 Tiles’ Ah..sweet times sweet memories,peaceful times…wither peace today…

peace is to be created…peace will never come by itself, it can begin by a peace pipe but then again it is a remote tradition now…even I don’t come across it now with all my flying around..

Peace talks fail so often then wars begin then again peace is pulled apart ….

the weather…the weather..it is so dark and cold…I did not see any lights tonight…can you throw some light on this?

well. we used to have oil lamps and mystifying lanterns,they gave us light till late..now with all the ‘e’ things there is severe shortage and darkness prevails….there is evil and black magic…

magic and black..?

yes the forbidden one…’someone said..someone who knows more..’half the world is busy in casting evil spells and the other half is busy breaking them’ what is the world upto trying to achieve..? I I…There goes a flash in the distance I think the  thunder is stirring…I am still under the effects of the sudden hail storm that surprised us this morning..the green became as white as snow….

well, I am not surprised at the black for I know the evil and the evil one and I believe you know what to read for protection

well, I am trying to be as regular as possible…after my friends email I was so touched I cried for a while… April stands out as unforgettable for me..poetry’ you made my day…weather is no more a mystery..it is Nature trying to tell us something..remember The Flood?

It will come again..war will be fought..peace will prevail..and now the flashes are getting stronger..and I have to fly..so keep up your creative writing you might be in for another award this year…away…now may peace be with you and your friend

..award..this year?….well….wait and see….why not..surprises are coming…..but with….with peace they should…..I must not delay my reply…..

March Welkins ~ Mother’s Day ~ Mountain Life ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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this word floats all over slips deep into the heart’s recesses lingers in the soul and spirit, tingles the brains storage with painfully loving images laughter parental warmth kids and grand kids love and yet the grief of ‘momentary ….transient loss’…yes it is transient because…it is a matter of time…all the world is a stage and…Oh Shakespeare, did you ever think of a remedy for ….’fl ..flu…aahchooo…Oh …this is the third tissue paper roll ….and the welkins are pouring..pouring….we seem to have more than usual rain here….

‘rain water is pure and it washes the impurities in the air, only the dust particles and similar ones not the social impurities…if only….well so goes my wishful thinking…and March comes as a harbinger of Spring…a new life…but wait..it takes away too…The Ides of March…Caesar more famous and so many personalities completed their stay in this temporal world…personal stories the world over…

This month honors so many Mothers, Mother’s Day but I thought it was Women’s Day..well, women or Mothers…both need to be respected and honored…I got these drawings all the way from UAE ..my daughter sent them through What’s app…then there is Messenger Skype…Viber…Ah the easy and quick means of communication…what wonders of technology…but I still miss the Postman and his bicycle and the bell and the khaki uniform and the bag….well, times have changed…I wonder if the Red Letter boxes have been removed…I will keep a lookout…next time I am on the road…it is so jam packed….

..my grandson made this beautiful card and wrote the lovely rhyming poem, Love you so much dear respect love and serve your Mom…she loves and cares for you..keep your little brother in love and care too’ ..My grandson is ten….he has not seen a real postman..but he must be knowing the TCS guy….the courier serviceman…someone said…’TCS the letter’..oh dear …

at this stage he knows that rhyming words make a real poem…I am happy he is learning well how to write and that too..poetry’ wow..he must write and he will God willing…poetry is rare….but no…I should say ‘Mushairas’ or Poetry Reading sessions..in our country…I strongly believe that ‘more poetry…less of militancy…or terrorism’ people have I guess forgotten the ‘truth’Pen is mightier that the sword’..but swords too have gone now…more deadly weapons…Oh Allah ji…what has man become…and why? where is his peaceful nature?

In the mountains? I wonder if in this rain…there is any chance…Oh the lightning flashed…so many days and nights now…but I heard a tap …when ever I wait…my friend comes for sure…the cold and rain continues…

well, indeed I visit those who wait for me as my Lord and Master always responds to those who pray and ask him for everything and with belief..so here I am..bit wet in the wings but I am used to this…so how have you been?

well, so good you came…the nights are getting shorter with each passing twenty four…and life in the mountains has been really good Alhamdolilah…we are trying to be grateful as much as we should be… but the flu got us all….and I was thinking of asking Shakespeare…

well, the Elizabethan Age had its own diseases and remedies…and hey whats this?

doctor an image of the Elizabethan Doctor…see how covered is he…he must be protecting himself from…fleas and germs….and frightening the patients as well….

yes protection is must as ‘prevention is better than cure’…so one should take care’…I saw rain water puddles, all the way the small path way between the houses looked like a small river…but on a closer look I realised it was a road as it had houses and shops on both sides and in some places cars were parked too…though I had no difficulty but people living there must be in slush during this time…

yes, in a nearby school I asked a question..’One thing that you would change in your area if you got the chance’ and the spontaneous answer was ‘roads’

so then the government is right in planning and building roads…but …perhaps not in this manner…the people are in so much trouble and distress….they should be in peace and comfort…well, how is the mountainside living feeling…

well, cool…and cold but very comfortable and expenses are less….

that is a blessing..

Indeed it is and Allah is most gracious most merciful…I always loved the mountains and the trip to the Northern Areas with father are unforgettable..the mountains of Gilgit Hunza Nagar and Chitral..amazing rugged majestic and stunning…the ‘pegs of the Earth’ the supporters of nature…the holders of treasures, the safe havens of Guides and Shepherds and the home of writers….

Oh the writer and may I ask what is new in poetry?

well, a couple of awards a poem for women and ..’man’

and what about me..write on me…

you are the inspiration the great muse the ‘everything a writer needs’…I feel at a loss for words…I need some special ones….I will find a place on a rock sit on it look at the stars in the evening turning into night..and on the sky I will see the words I believe will the honor for you…and I will keep looking waiting and forming the lines and perhaps create wings….and preserve the memories…and then…

extra ordinary..a novel..a memoir of the future..wonderfully sweet…I sense the early morning breaking waves so till next time….away..I go..be happy …keep writing…keep the pen flowing…..

~ Queen’s Statue…Knitting An Ancient Art , Yarn Bombing ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 17

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                she stood,in stone..silent still no band

                Victorious Victorian,

                how long can one stand or rule the land?

                but She did, from far away

                In Freedom,her own,

                a Crown a Cape, a Gown 

In Gold yet cast down, as Ozymandias Pharoah  

                                                                              dethroned  from throne,all remain in the same stone….

Queen Victoria’s statue could be seen on a pedestal on the Main Mall Road of Rawalpindi Cantonment.I remember passing by it in our small olive green Fiat car to and from Saddar Bazaar…in the evening shadows I still have the stony figure’s shadow in remote recesses of childhood memory flashes…I did not know whose statue it was then…but someone important always could be seen like this, carved in stone, lifeless silent, cold and hard..frightening…it was just an object of sight seeing along with the grassy patches and flower beds on the roadsides…many years later..studying for my masters Degree in English I read about Queen Victoria..The Victorian Age, the authors and the poets and the grand relationship we had with the Majestic Queen…she was quite a personality….a great ruler…hmn..now gone…there are two artillery guns …where once she stood….years of rule…nights so cruel…freedom enchained…freedom gained..freedom still sought ..to regain…from another reign?….

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Another night another time …
I have to complete my knitting projects …I must …its winter again…has it taken me so much time? what have I been doing? I wonder …knitting comes out of knitting’… nothing comes out of no knitting..it stays there…any work untouched it will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now novel writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …sentences…? and now back into the 1950s I go..remembering Mother her sister and sisters-in-law all would be knitting…by hand, no machines no sir…

yes I remember the magazine ‘Woman & Home’ this had beautiful knitting patterns… for me and my sister till we did not start knitting it was Nora and Tilly, the wonder paper cut out dolls in the magazine….
Paper dolls …and we would be so happy playing with paper…

and see who is knitting here…cary_grant_learns_to_knit_i Cary Grant…from acting to knitting…from knitting to writing…from needles to pen and from pen to paper…er..these days..it is a screen….Cary Grant..on screen…oh well, knitting cannot come on screen can it..I mean on the 35mm…maybe I will make a real movie of Knitting…A Knitter’s Story….

‘Hi I am here and I hear paper, screen, film,  play tonite…hmmn great idea talking about paper…the one thing that is going out of use …it is becoming a ‘paper less society…but not yet…
Can we really do away with paper? No but my thoughts were on knitting dear…the skill is an ancient one and I was reading about the very first knitted garments were ‘socks’ and those too out of..cotton’ how difficult would it be to knit out of cotton? Wool came much later and how wonderful to see that there was Arabic script knitted into form…to ward of evil….
Not strange at all as..evil was quite spread out and mysterious …
This is what I found out…’The oldest REAL knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) we’ve got is ‘Coptic socks’ from Egypt, dating to around the year 1000 CE. There are quite a few fragments, all of them done in shades of white and indigo, in stockinette. Many of them have Khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings knit into them, or symbols to ward off evil, or both. All look really cool. And may I point out for the fiber-snobs among us, that all of the really ancient knitted fragments we’ve got are knit out of cotton.
Yes indeed, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.
How soon we fall into a knowledgeable conversation. I look forward to knowing so many new things I am not able to absorb fully, but you bring them out so smoothly that one does not feel any hinderance…I mean you make it so easy…how wonderful you must be in class…
‘Now there you start again…and many say that I talk too much…
‘Oh dear I hope you don’t get caught like the ‘parrot’ ha ha
Now not again…I do feel bad when I hear this…but it does not matter …for I know that whatever I say is the truth…and Allah has gifted me…it is His Blessing that I am a teacher and He wishes that I may speak the truth and ,er…well. loudly too…
‘Ok tell me about the knitting…
‘Oh I love to knit and I have written a couple of poems and a story about knitting..”
Oh I must hear this one…
‘Well, I was sitting one evening and trying to sort out the entangled left over wool …and I thought
‘This bag of wool must be sorted,either used or shall I give them away’ these thoughts troubled me every time I opened the cupboard and set eyes on the entangled various sized colorful clusters rolled up in different shapes
‘These are left overs’ this green reminds me of my friend the one I met in the examination hall. She was knitting and that attracted my attention ’Oh she loves knitting too’ the dark green is from the pullover I made for my son when he was six years old…and then came the grandchildren….so soon.. I realized how time passes…we knit and knit and one day children too are grownup…no more babies…then the babies too grow up why have I saved these colored balls for so many years? I kept thinking…and then my heart said,’ don’t you see? they teach you values’
values?
yes, the value of life…the colors the warmth, the love and the relationships
The memories of childhood are all woven into these fiber strands.
Each color has its own value like each child….and like these leftovers all preserved we have the good things the good memories the good deeds that will always bring color to the lives of the families.Each strand knitted into a garment brings joy love and tenderness.It strengthens the bonds of love and sharing and so much more…last of all there is the satisfaction of making something for a loved one, the joy of creativity and the blending of color and design…and so I love this basket…which tells me so many stories…and the blessings of the Lord …as I keep adding color to the basket.
Ah so wonderful…What joyful stories knitted into the basket…No wolf can take them away……………….
There was a boy in school, in class 7..he used to knit his own sweater..and that too of the school uniform..then all the girls would laugh…but now I realize he was doing good…and he must be quite warm too in that wool…
The first knitting project that we sisters started was also knitting our own school uniform sweater…it was fun..each one knitting one side and soon in a few days the sweater would be ready..the most difficult is the stitching part…but one learns
These days there are videos available and the internet has free tutorials and free patterns…
But no free wool….wool was the best Beehive I remember…the results would be like silk soft and smooth and the pattern! Just as the magazine said…and the tragedy now is that ‘Media is common but strange…half private half state controlled…it keeps showing till the rulers wish..then channels are blocked, sometimes for personal political reasons…and it is ..we can say…biased? Favorite…? Or sold …?
‘And the internet?
‘Well that too has its own priorities and causes and see youtube channel…is still blocked and I am one severely affected…
‘Hey how come..you are not a movie fan or have you become one…
‘No no actually I was learning…
Ah the perpetual student..what exactly was your subject and er…degree..you are a Master of Arts and ..a Master of History and a Master of Language and a….
Oh stop please…it is my hobby …I get excited at times and so enthusiastic I start off with a great ‘giant leap’ but I never land on the moon ‘….ha I guess the first stage is the best throttle affected after that…it burns out…
Ha I get it..its your knitting….
See there now…two jerseys half done..one leg warmer…one leg only….
The next ..next year…ha ha
No Imust finish before December 22…
Ha a Christmas present…who is it another Grandma I know…or the …er the writer…no I will not say…
Oh no its for anyone who is lucky …I mean the lucky one to be with me when I finish it…
‘Oh so I have a chance
‘Oh you need one? I will knit one specially for you ….I am a special knitter er..hand knitter…er..a family knitter…well youtube  has lovely stuff but its ‘blocked by the state’..the reason was genuine at first but the reason for not Unblocking is according to many people not fair or justified…it is an encroachment of human rights or civil rights …or just Not Right…
So they are not opening are they..well lets see can I bring you some videos?
No no please I believe soon they will have to when the Big Change takes place…it always happens that with the change at the top there are changes all around …and so I have great hopes Insha Allah, yes there was one other thing I was anxious about…the Internet does tell you strange things…this term Yarn Bombing’…its all around…and …oh I can see the anxiety and the humor…it does tickle doesn’t it and then frightens you as well…
Well, I shivered a little I mean my wings trembled and I could feel that even with all my swiftness …and flying experience…this word gives one the Great Fear if I may say of the final moment…it becomes dark and red all over and the crimson flood starts flowing and the blue vanishes into the darkest of darks’  and the gigantic cave begins to open and the vault fills in with the loudest of screams….
‘Oh please Sir,
Ok I was just reminding and doing my duty if you will also keep on the track…and you will be grateful always for The Lord He hath His own ways and He Loves those who Obey Him….oh about bombing …and yarn…
Well yes it is…The practice is believed to have originated in the U.S. with Texas knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects, but it has since spread worldwide. The start of this movement has been attributed to Magda Sayeg, 37, from Houston, who says she first got the idea in 2005 when she covered the door handle of her boutique with a custom-made cozy…
What is cozy…something to warm but on a door handle…I ..er…am not so familiar with doors for there are some special doorways in my line of life…er…
Well cozy or cozies… or tea warmer is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth. It insulates a teapot, keeping the contents warm. Their use predates the invention of vacuum bottles as a means of keeping hot liquids hot. Tea cosies may have padded inserts that can be removed and washed.Some tea cozies are hand-knitted, resembling woolen hats…
Oh so you can also knit a tea cosy
Yes sure but isn’t it a grand idea….a tea cover on a door handle and then on and on to other things larger ones and there you go…with your yarn…yarn forward…yarn over ha yarn over anything that is the idea now I get it fully…yarn covering even a car and out in the open tree trunks and large benches…and
Even buildings …or dear there is no end to it but how exactly is it a bomb?
Bomb would be the excessive yarn that is used…and it is joined with the ‘Stitched story…now that was a movement also….The movement moved on from simple ‘cozies’ with the innovation of the ‘stitched story’. The concept has been attributed to Lauren O’Farrell](who creates her street art under the graffiti knitting name Deadly Knitshade), from London
You are a historian aren’t you..you must check up Knitting in your own faith Ok?
‘I will Insha Allah….
‘And now it’s the time tick…er..I the bomb tick…oh ..no ..Ok make me those wing warmers…wwhhhiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg

Somewhere a cock crowed