Sugar n spice & all that's nice!!

So, i got a whole day when A could take me to the graveyard... Yes, i have to, given karachis terrorist situation, the graveyard among the targeted places, we went... Ofcourse, left chinky at home... Itna sukoon mila, sitting near the grave, i honestly feel you could see me, just that my stupid ugly devil eyes could not see you, were i an angel too, apni mulaqaat pakki thi maa... Khair, i am glad i went, werna mujhe afsos hota buhut afsos hota.... I dont know when i wrote a fiction about cancer, my father would have already begun suffering from it, i feel so guilty, so sick of myself.... So sick of almost everything around, to carry a fake smile with a totally drenched heart is not easy at all... To listen to their lies, their ugly back stabbing gestures, god what do they think, the only thing I am gonna do is copy ur so called designer dress, like duh big time... Some people in this world think the only problem a person can face is their clothes, accessories or makeup, darn dang da...

I am driven past the same old roads, those very streets I grew up in, those very streets I saw children play in. As the cars struts along the road, I can't help not noticing that the badboo wala morr still has that same carpet shop, venus carpets... The juice spot is the same... The only thing that has changed is probably my perception, i still love my city, even though karachi, you are now shedding blood, i'd love you more if you could just stop that. During evening, as I lay out my bed, the manja as we used to call it before, I smile at myself, fearless me, hehehe... Two or three lizards like to drop by for a hi, and a big giant cockroach wanted to sleep with us :p yucki as AJ puts it.. The funniest bit is that AJ calls the typical lota as a teapot, I wanted to burst out laughing, but if I had laughed, he couldnt have said what he said, "oh, its a washroom pot ya!" My bubloo gabloo januuu baby... Shaam mein having chai in the chota sa verandah is a blessing. Ai...