Faiz @ home

Faiz is home and happy. But baba is far away and sad... :(

Surprise for Nana!

Who's the center of attention?

Horsey is happy to be horsey... as we are to be smug!

Complex hieroglyphics. A higher intelligence, really.

Let's see if we can make the car prettier...

Uh oh... someone's been naughty... not me!

Nahin... got a hair cut. Now Faiz looks all grown up. To soon! Stop!

Oil spill and fireflies

Last night the plan was to get a work-out on the way home from work. I got on my bike around 9.30pm, all fired up for a power ride. Not 100 feet out, and I was down on all fours with the bike on top of me. I slid into an oil spill on the turn out of the parking lot (on to Washington Rd). Who leaves an oil spill at a turn, and that too at night?!?!!

My knee provided much of the braking force as I slid across the road. Bike got a bit battered to (gears aren't changing right). Both are repairable (hopefully).

Bruised and battered, I ambled home (on my bike) on the short-cut (straight down Washington). At that time there were no cars, and no lights (on the stretch between Rt.1 and faculty), and I was welcomed with the most wondrous sight. Fireflies! Like little stars all around. Would have never seen it driving through with the headlights on. Some well-earned twinkled-lining on my recent dark-oil-goo-cloud.

Little incidents ward off bigger tragedies -- who knows what awaited me on my power-ride at night through the back roads of Princeton? Not biking at night again: not safe. Thanks for the lesson. :)

Missing where the heart is

Lyrics from Daughtry's 'Home':

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.

Faiz does Manhattan (on a bike)

More Boston

In a park on St. Paul's

Thrice as many giggles! (also just as many poopy diapers)

Longing for the other side (cars on the street).

Getting sweets off the table on the cheek.

Noodle experiment failed. Too slippery!

Off to the bay in Rhode Island.

Getting some help from Bibi.

With Abid Chacha at the *best* Thai restaurant in town
(though Faiz refused to partake in the culinary pleasure, he
had the best time running around the elephants).

See Naima, I can draw! And then I can make it disappear in my tummy!

Fishes at the Aquarium.