The smell of fried eggs hangs in the air. The dark sky won't turn blue until the sirens announce dawn. All is still. We wait.
The wind playfully tousles a tree. A lone car glides along the street outside making soft splashing sounds as it wades through a small puddle reminiscent of the last time Karachi pretended to have a tropical climate. All is silent once more. We wait.
Stress does not exist in this limbo between yesterday and today. It would be nice to wait here forever.
2 comments:
Beyond words beautiful.
Very nice. Have you read Faiz's Yeh dhoop kinara, shaam dhalay? I thought of that while reading your blog. His is about shaam, but he too talks about the 'limbo' :)
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