There is the dust on the face of this broken machine
From the Blog amnasiddiquisblog*(despite knowing that I wanted an escape, I wanted to capture the essence of my home town when I was there recently for a vacation, I failed to really do so. So, just some excerpts - random drafts saved in my phone while moving from house to house, market to market - while in Karachi.)* Although, now I feel that is the beauty of Karachi, it lives and breaths in spasms of thoughts and realities. You reflect on the history of the place while passing through old roads - seeing the old colonial buildings. And then forget the majestic past while traversing apartment stairs in Tariq Road going from one relative to another's. Then is not the time to think, then is the time to coordinate from one person to another and manage to meet all the possible people in that locality on the same dpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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