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Karachi and Karachiite...

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. Aisa lagta hai there is nothing wrong outside the boundary of my house, the green leaves cover it all. The stray cats make me feel its much their house as ours. The plants afresh with flowers, our children riding their toy cars, n bicycles, and the blue sky, what a view..

Aur phir, eating my favourite chana chaat, is a taste out of dubai atleast... Heheh... Kya keroon bachpan se yehi chaat khaya hai, aur koi bhaata hi nahi...

Meeting my cousins is one more thing I truly enjoyed, having a sleepover after ages with my chotu as well was indeed fun, the lights going out just when we were putting our kids to bed, then opening the window to let fresh air in... Teen baje samosay fry kerna, chai ke sath unhe nosh kerna, aur phir gadhe ghoray bech ke so jana is awesome once in atleast 5 years..

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