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Vacationing and gone!

Yeah, so my bad once again..

I left for Karachi amidst so much excitement, a bit of sorrow, lots of joy upon seeing family, that I totally lost control of the single 2 minutes i needed to tell you guys i m off to Pakistan

so here I am in Karachi beating the heat..

came here.. my two cousins got married, had a hell of time enjoying shadiyaan..

but then girls from my school almost my age.. their mom passed away.. inna lillahi wa inna elayhi rajeoon.. the most unreliable thing in life is life itself! one of my cosuin had a baby boy 2 mths ago, i remember calling her for congrats and then meeting the new born.. and today i was sorry upon his passing away

life is so weird! time is so strange!!

God save everyone!

karachi is same old.. i love the off street bun kababs, french fries, and gannay ka rus..

Comments

Anonymous said…
another unannoucned vacation! hrump! you missy are asking for trouble. lucky you though.

clarification...someone's 2 month old baby passed away??? inna lillahi wa inna elayhi rajeoon if i understood what you wrote right.. :( that's so sad :(

i've heard SO much about karachi...hopefully someday i will visit.
Must ® said…
Good to hear from you after a long break !!

We may be the generation to understand the origins of life.

It is not length of life, but depth of life...

enjoy :)

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