Still got sand in my shoes... and I can't shake the thought of you...
Back today. Mind fucked like no body's business. Wish everyone would just fade away and leave me be with that beautiful city.
I wonder if I'm transferring feelings here. Do I miss the city or do I miss a presence?
Will I wake up with the Azaan echoing in my ear? Azaans are not intrusive. They make me feel safe.
Was I really happy? If so, why am I questioning it?
I feel like I will go back. I feel like I will know what I wish to know.
I missed out on shopping for myself. I missed out on shopping only for others.
Maybe I could have had one KFC chicken. Just for tryin to get blown up's sake.
Maybe I should just do everything I really want to do.
Maybe I should just move to between Lahore and Karachi. But closer to Lahore 'cos it's more fun.
Maybe I should just say what I want to, sound stupid, and get it over with.
Maybe I should go stand in no man's land like Toba Tek Singh.
Maybe I should just cry a little and get it out of my system.
It's all about I. I is so self centred, poor I. But now I will sleep, having been a debauched chylde in a prohibition state (Hawwwwwww indeed), I am sleep deprived. I will post more, and put up pictures soon enough. I loves you all.
I wonder if I'm transferring feelings here. Do I miss the city or do I miss a presence?
Will I wake up with the Azaan echoing in my ear? Azaans are not intrusive. They make me feel safe.
Was I really happy? If so, why am I questioning it?
I feel like I will go back. I feel like I will know what I wish to know.
I missed out on shopping for myself. I missed out on shopping only for others.
Maybe I could have had one KFC chicken. Just for tryin to get blown up's sake.
Maybe I should just do everything I really want to do.
Maybe I should just move to between Lahore and Karachi. But closer to Lahore 'cos it's more fun.
Maybe I should just say what I want to, sound stupid, and get it over with.
Maybe I should go stand in no man's land like Toba Tek Singh.
Maybe I should just cry a little and get it out of my system.
It's all about I. I is so self centred, poor I. But now I will sleep, having been a debauched chylde in a prohibition state (Hawwwwwww indeed), I am sleep deprived. I will post more, and put up pictures soon enough. I loves you all.
posted by bluegreenflysplat at 11:11 am
4 Comments:
Almost reads like a poem. I like the honesty in your voice. And the Toba Tek Singh bit made me smile. Reminded me of the play where I acted as one. :-)
Cheers
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Look forward to more of the scoop :)
Maybe I should just say what I want to, sound stupid, and get it over with.
I agree. I will do that soon too.
You mean you didn't even shop for your own personalised Pathani munda? ;-)
Welcome back...
What play are you doing in Habitat? Please give me the details. Let's see if I can come and watch it. :-)
We did a play called 'Manto' around 6 years back. Barry directed the play. The play was based on Manto's life and was interpersed with his stories. Toba Tek Singh was one of the stories we enacted and I played TTS. :-)
Thanks for dropping in at my blog.
Cheers
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