Hina Tabassum's Blog

Religious Intolerance, Is It?

It is no secret that Christmas is one of my favourite festivals. Nothing extraordinary, right? No. At least it should not be so, but my experiences for the past couple of days suggest otherwise. You may wonder how me being … Continue reading →

A Date at FLOC

Some moons ago I promised my sisters that I will take them out for coffee. The promise remained forgotten until one fine day, one of my sisters decided that enough was enough and we had to go out for coffee! … Continue reading →

Miss Marple: Gender and Age Traditionalist? A Feminist Radical? Or A Subtle Social Revolutionary?

Originally posted on crossexaminingcrime:
Miss Marple represents different things to different readers. To some she is simply a source of entertainment, a good way of spending an idle weekend afternoon. To others she may bring a sense of nostalgia, for…

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. The first I knew that a book of this name existed was thanks to the bookstagrammers I follow on instagram. This one on the left is the bookcover that I first saw. I … Continue reading →

The Taboo of Reading Romance

I love reading Romance. There, I said it. I am not particularly well versed about how reading romance is taken the world over, but I can talk about the place and the people I have had misfortune to interact with … Continue reading →

Adventure Blue

Blue is one of my favourite colours and for a long time now, I have wanted Blue hair. Many say I am crazy but I have been adamant about Blue hair. The plan was to get my hair dyed for … Continue reading →

Times of Sorrow

I have recently lost someone very important in my life. And, the time that followed showed who was really there and who could be relied on. Sitting down, a few words just formed something in my head. This is a … Continue reading →

Suno Chanda and All That is Wrong With It

The first time I heard of this drama was over social media and people were praising it like anything. As I had a little time on my hands and was looking for some distraction, I decided to give it a … Continue reading →

An Unsaid Thank you

This is an entry from Zoe’s private diary and thus in first person narrative. I have not been able to say this out loud yet; however, I am writing those words here. Dear _______, “If you can dream it, you … Continue reading →

A Birthday Made Special

It was her birthday and she was lonely. It was the first time ever that Sophia was away from her family on her special day. A day she always cherished and a day she always celebrated. She got to cross … Continue reading →