Hamida flicked through the black and white photos and smiled wistfully. The days of frolicking outdoors, playing seven tiles and marbles; when your next door neighbours were like family, the world was friendlier and you didn’t have to pay for bottled water.
“Whatcha doing Dadi?” Sara and Ali came and clambered on either side of the sofa.
“Finishing my scrapbook, dears.”
“Why’s that part empty?” Sara asked.
“Well, I was hoping I’d find a picture of the Queen when she came here and we’d all gone to greet her, but I don’t think I kept any clippings from that day.”
“Remember I told you about the internet, Dadi?” Ali grinned cheekily.
He knew how his grandmother loved comparing her ‘good old days’ with the present and they were always teasing each other about it.
After a few clicks on the laptop, Ali found the pictures of the Queen’s visit to Pakistan in 1961. Sara printed them out and waved them triumphantly over her head.
“See Dadi, 2016 isn’t so bad now is it?” she said, handing them over to her grandmother.
“No it isn’t. Especially if it means spending time with you two little rascals!”
Dadi is the term used for your paternal grandmother in Urdu.
These are some pictures of the Queen’s visit to Pakistan in 1961. My mother had gone to watch her drive through the streets.
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