Star-crossed Lovers

There is much glory in being part of an ill-fated love story.  Literature and art have enunciated the lives of unfortunate pairs of lovers so much, you'd think mankind would take heed and avoid landing in such situations.  Alas, to be immortalized in a saga of pain and longing is so much more exciting than the average "happily ever after".



If you're hoping for juicy gossip in this post, please do not read any further.  The love I speak of (type of?) today has the same unlucky timing of circumstance that Romeo and Juliet's did.  It has the same sad end that Heer and Ranjha met with. The story has all your usual suspects... the lover and the beloved, the antagonists, the excruciatingly frustrating circumstances, the separation, and then the promise of reunion in the hereafter.  This story, however, isn't about two beings.  It's about me. It's about my love. It's about how its impending separation is looming over me like a guillotine, ready to sever my imagination, my artistic balance, from the rest of my body.



I'm in love with my little bake shop.  Okay, it's not really a bake shop......yet.  It's an idea, a dream for the near future. When I started up Little Miss Muffin, my very humble, home-based cupcake business, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to.  I had no idea who I was up against, or how much effort would go into setting up something like this.  Everyone around me thought it was a bad idea.  "You're a dentist, not a bawarchi!" was the popular turn of phrase.  I kept pushing forward, though, convinced that this was what I needed to feel happy.




Boy, was I right.  Thanks to my parents, sister, friends, and family, Little Miss Muffin was off to a great start, and I was as happy as ever!  It became the ultimate cathartic element in my life, and with every order, every experiment, every cupcake, I felt more and more elated.  Little Miss Muffin evolved into something more than just a hobby, and I savored every single second of it.  Good thing I did too, because nothing lasts forever. 




Zaalim samaj.  The harsh reality of life.  Darn you, cruel circumstances! 



Sadly, due to the crazy amount of traveling I had to, and will have to, do I decided to give LMM a break - a hiatus, if you may.  I packed up my equipment with a heart of lead.  What I didn't know was that I would be back to baking sooner than I had expected!  One short trip back to the "city of lights" and I couldn't resist churning out an order, or two.   This time, as I prepare for travel yet again, my heart is lighter (and fluffier!)  I know Little Miss Muffin will always be here whenever I come back.  I know you will be here, all of you, who've had a hand/finger/nail in the success of LMM.

Yes, folks.  Don't you doubt it.  Little Miss Muffin is here to stay.  Maybe one day it will transform into a proper bakeshop, or perhaps a popular chain worldwide, who knows!  That's the promise of infinite reunion I leave you with, Karachi.  That's the dream I leave you with.