Sunday morning sets in motion a little late than usual followed by an equally belated breakfast and then lunch. The evening invites bright yellowish sun radiant in sky and its rays nourishing every being upon which its cascades itself. Karachi’s climate is changing rapidly from chilly to warmish with frequent cold breeze, warm clothing is being returned to the storage. Voices of children playing cricket outdoors instils a sense of life. Activity level gets a bit accelerated with the aroma of tea and deli in the air. Since I am not much of a tea drinker so it is not possible for me to elucidate on the qualities of tea, my forte is coffee. Although at times I only sheepishly admit my coffee drinking ritual because for some strange reason coffee is considered as an elite beverage and people assume that I am some kind of a prima donna whose tastes simply are too high to be met. Whenever I asked my Dad to bring me some coffee jars he would invariably inquire from me as to why and how I started to drink coffee because all and sundry of my family are certified tea drinkers.
Mom is busy these days compiling her dermatological treatments, cures with a shaky intention of publishing it all as a book something which I insist on with perseverance.
Sadia, a dear friend of mine, declared me as the most boring person alive. She called yesterday and wanted to catch up on the gossip, if any. But then not to much of her surprise I didn’t have much to gossip about or analyze which was also same in her case as well but still we chatted profusely. Well it’s true that both of us have a rather monotonous life and it is something that we both are extremely grateful for.
Night is falling in and all of sudden I have serious huger pangs although I have taken my dinner appropriately. Often I end up looking inside fridge at regular intervals believing that this time magically I shall find something new and appetizing to eat. Haaa how much I dream of a pizza!!!!
So good night and sweet dreams…………
Sonya. (Day 42)
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