In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Ordinary
One day I made up my mind to ask a friend about a novel she was writing. My question, was she able to finish it? In reply she said she had finished writing it, but didn’t publish it.
I was always interested to read her first novel, and requested her to send me the pdf. She immediately sent it. I thought it probably is a normal story which I’d be able to read it.
When I started reading it I could not believe that it’s not an, Ordinary story and it didn’t seem this was her first novel. I read a lot of Urdu novels, but this novel easily is worth reading. You can tell she did a lot of research about everything she wrote, it includes the city. One might think if you live in the same city it’s easy to describe the streets, shopping centers in it, esp. when it happens to be a very large city. Honestly it’s not.
I live in a much smaller city, I bet I won’t be able to describe the streets, schools, or even a restaurant if I don’t personally visit them, sure you can imagine some, but it’s not that easy.
So far I read eleven chapters, but I have no idea what will happen next, it keeps me interested till the end of the chapter. I’m not sure if I’m making any sense, I can say this much, anyone who knows Urdu must read her novel, it is exceptional and not Ordinary as I first thought.
“Age is just a number,”says the well-worn adage.But is it a number you care about or one you tend(or try) to ignore?
For some people age is just a number, there are others who cannot wait to be a certain age to drive a car, live an independent life from parents or guardians, when they do not have to get permission to do whatever they want.
I recall once reading about a ten month old baby, who was crawling in his mother’s kitchen, he found a paper on the floor, grabbed it and put it in his mouth, this is exactly a baby that age does. His mother took the paper from him and said, “You do not put it in your mouth, this is what you do,”she took a pencil and wrote a few letters of the alphabet. She continued cooking as usual. When she turned around she was amazed, the letters were copied exactly like hers, not believing her ten month old had written those letters, this time she wrote all twenty-six letters of the alphabet on the piece of paper and left it on the floor, she continued cooking but really wanted to know what her ten month old would do with it. She was stunned when she saw the letters were copied by him exactly like hers.
This boy went to the university when he was ten years old. I know you will say, not all ten year old’s go to the university at that young age he was just an exceptional kid. I know that too, for him age was only a number!