Of picnics and making memories

I have a thing for picnics!

Maybe it’s the many many happy memories I have of picnics with my parents and our family. We’ve had picnics all over Pakistan, some with only our family, some with loved ones. So many memories from so many little picnics.

From various Karachi beaches, river-sides, farms, road-sides, road trips, lake-sides, parks and whatever place my parents could find. I remember my mom’s food, I remember the heat and the cold, I remember the sunshine, I remember the planning and my dad’s driving and the effort to find the best spot. I remember how the same food tasted so different. I remember the ice cold drinks. I remember the relaxing after, my dad lying on our blanket with his sunglasses on, my mom sketching or painting and the three of us just loitering around. I remember the memories. I remember it all.

Some days our breakfasts, our lunches, our snacks need to be celebrated, and we don’t need an occasion for that. I say grab a pretty blanket, and whatever food you can find, dress up in some fun colors and make the most of the sunshine. Find a pretty place and if you’re lazy like me, let it be a corner of your backyard or your patio or even your living room, for that matter! I learnt this from my mother. Lets not wait for the perfect, lets make every day an occasion, lets make memories!

Pictures from a random backyard picnic with my little girl!

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