The “bad” bahu

So I went to one of the neighbor aunties house with my mom. The auntie lived with her husband and the kids lived abroad or in another city. Here comes the interesting story I got to listen to while we stayed there for an hour or so. Auntie: My bahu (Daughter in law) went to…… Continue reading The “bad” bahu

How a woman thinks

I don’t know about every woman, but most of Pakistani women think this way: Even if they are unhappy in their marriages, they try every single day to make it work. Even when you think they aren’t making any efforts, they are, in their mind, they are. A Pakistani woman might have an abusive husband,…… Continue reading How a woman thinks

But at least…

So I was talking to one of my friends who is happily married and is 6 months pregnant. I am really happy for her. Me: You know what it’s been so hard for me going through all this psychological torture because of my husband, struggling with depression and all. She: Yeah I understand, it must…… Continue reading But at least…

The conundrum-Life

So things are not pretty, life is getting tougher and tougher each day. I dream of the days of freedom. Reading a book under the shade of a tree without a worry of the world, no demands of sex, no demands of food of a certain type, no touching the man I despise, no forced…… Continue reading The conundrum-Life

The monster of sleep

So I am reading a really good book and am almost at the ending but sleep overtakes me. I just can’t sleep at night so it circles me in the afternoons. It’s ridden down to only four hours at night now. Mr. Husband would be home in about two hours and I need to fix…… Continue reading The monster of sleep

Visit to a non-desi doctor

So today I went to see a doctor for a follow-up on my anti-depressants. She was probably Australian. I asked her questions like for how long I need to be on them? “Depends on you,” she said. “When you feel you are ready.” In my mind I was thinking: Does that even matter when I…… Continue reading Visit to a non-desi doctor

Purpose of Marriage is…*Drum roll*

I ringed Mamma and knew from her voice something was up. “How are you?” I asked. “I am fine,” she answered. Silence. “What are you doing?” “Nothing much…” Silence again. The conversation was not unfolding as it normally did. Something was off. Mamma is the one who talks and I am the one who listens.…… Continue reading Purpose of Marriage is…*Drum roll*