Monday, 21 January 2013

Kill to feel that very air upon my skin.

There's a whole bunch of crap going on in my life right now, but I'm not going to post about it just yet because I don't feel like I'm on terms with it, yet.
But in every hard time that I have to face, there's only one thing that I can think of: Islamabad.
I know I'm being a cheesy old prick, but Islamabad is just where I want to be.
I want to have long walks in F9 Park. I want Mama's ice-cream from D. Watson. I want to go shopping at Jinnah Super, feel the sun peeking through the high, bushy trees, the fresh air that I'm not used to anymore, intoxicating me.
I want to drive to Daman-e-Koh and see the view of the whole city, belittled, though just as magnificent. 
I want to witness the inconsistent rain, the clouds, the windstorms, everything.
And I don't know when I will... 
I cannot deny the magnificence of Karachi, but it's just not my kind of place. My kind of place is Islamabad. The town of peace, the town of humble and friendly people. The town where absolutely everything can go wrong, but even when it is, it isn't. It's Islamabad, you see.
And maybe I'm exaggerating. I'm pretty sure most of what I'm saying doesn't make any sense to y'all.

I am from Karachi, but I will always consider myself Potohari (the area Islamabad resides in is called Potohar, it is not part of Punjab), consider myself a hardcore Islamabadi. 
And I always will be. As soon as I can find my way out, as soon as I'm responsible for myself, I am out of here.

1 comment:

Talitha said...

Don't we all wish that!
But best of luck with your endeavours!:)

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