Day 374
Somebody yesterday told me that
if I hadn’t put my picture on the blog profile then I could’ve been easily mistaken
for a writer who is in her seventies or eighties. That the way I express myself
or address my readers it feels like I am their grandmother.
I don’t know whether this was a
compliment or a comment; in any case I shall take it as a compliment. After all
its someone’s opinion and I respect their point of view.
It seems as if there is curfew in
most parts of the city, there is hardly any traffic on the roads and even if
there is some movement it feels lifeless. We are not used to seeing Karachi in such a state,
it’s a hustling bustling city of lights and I pray with all my heart that it
shall always remain in its full glory.
Winters are knocking on the doors
but somehow haven’t fully made it into the house. There is something magical
about winters in Karachi
in particular if there are rains. The mystical effect that cool winter breeze
give after rainfall especially after dusk time is something that cannot be
expressed in words rather it is to be felt in the soul.
May we all see many of such
magical winters…
A very Good Evening!
Sonya Syed. (Day 374)
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