When I Come Home From Work..

When I Come Home From Work.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

She is 5 month old ..second child of my eldest son Asif Shakir, she was born on the same day as her father , so her father spends a lot of time with her , but yes Marziya Shakir is the beacon of our family.. Zaira Saif Shakir is very tiny daughter of my youngest son Saif Shakir..but very perceptive and attached to her dad.,..

Nerjis Asif Shakir and this old man share a unique bond simply because we are both Malangs .. we read communicate through our eyes and invariably through the the soul of silence and the camera.

Nerjis Asif Shakir might like toys but the camera is what fascinates her completely she wont let go the camera strap , she know the shutter button...and she anticipates my shots gives the right response ..

When I return from work and if she is asleep than I let go but in the evenings she waits for me excitedly , and last night I was to go for a Moharam juloos I was in very bad shape, I thought a cup of black tea might revive me but it made me more tired my legs and my shoes and the long standing hours at my new workspace ..

I shoot Nerjis Asif Shakir but know when to stop.. and this grand child does not have the liberty that Marziya had.. daughter in law does not want her taking liking to cats dogs and goats ..

So I have yet to take my grand child down to the streets show her my world that will soon be her world too..as her father works on the laptop she knows the cyber savvy world .. sitting in his laps..

Nerjis Asif Shakir wants to walk.. straightaway.. I dont think she will ever crawl...and she loves my jewelry that hangs on a wall in the corridor she loves turbans .. and will stare at it mesmerized bowled over for hours.

And in the mornings I hop to get a glimpse of her face but I have to rush to work.. so this cosmic relationship keeps my body soul alive her presence nurtures my flagging tired restless spirit.