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 damn.. Yes, i am angry.. And nothing to vent that anger upon.. Gosh... I must take some tea, waise bhi i love drinking tea here..cheap me...
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 damn.. Yes, i am angry.. And nothing to vent that anger upon.. Gosh... I must take some tea, waise bhi i love drinking tea here..cheap me...
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