Allhumdolillah! I am at a much better place since my last post with series of lab tests, utlrasounds, a mammogram and some other really scary tests, and a gut wrenching anxiety of results. I am doing well thankfully everything was clear except low iron levels with vitamin d3 deficiency. These deficiencies are now on their way to recovery. It is worth noting that I have been struggling with intense brain and physical fatigue since 2019 but not a single doctor was able to identify my problem. Once somebody is diagnosed with depression or anxiety then every health issue they complain about is looked from the psychological lenses. Nobody asked me to check iron, vitamin b12 or vitamin d3 deficiencies even my mum who is a dermatologist always assured me that I am fine and this weakness is just a phase. It was a phase alright, it engulfed almost 8 years of my life pushed back my career and research ambitions. This is not the case alone with me but there are many people who silentl...
It’s a beautiful evening here in Karachi, light breezes, bright and sunny yet not too warm, just perfect. The rain hasn’t fallen onto our land till now; however, the way wind is blowing it appears that monsoon is just around the corner.
Monsoon is a blessing for the children here and not so much of a favourite amongst the adults.
Karachi although has inherent beauty and grace but like human face it requires constant maintenance and care. Albeit there have been a flood of overheads and underpasses, thousands of tree plantations within this metropolitan however these are merely cosmetic changes; they are similar to several cosmetic surgeries done on a 60 year old person’s face who has unhealthy eating habits, who is a chain smoker and an alcoholic so whatever beauty procedures you would do on such face would not last for long, and sooner than later the ugliness, the scars and marks of such surgeries would appear.
And one of such scars become evident in Karachi when the monsoon season arrive the roads become immobile due to over drainage from sewerage lines, traffic signals cease to function because there is no electricity in the city for several hours during rains and if we need 30 minutes of commute in normal days then during rainfall it might take us 3-4 hours and sometimes even longer mainly because of the traffic jams. So we Karachites have a love-hate relationship with rains.
Irrespective of how pessimist is our version of rain is, we always enjoy the dark clouds, raining flowing down from the sky in abundance, the aroma of pakoras (deep fried, spicy pastries made from gram flour) and the joy that it brings to us which reaches us in our core, even if all this lasts only for couple of minutes.
A very Good Evening to all you.
Sonya. (Day 93)
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