Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call “I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi now

I still hear the world spinning.

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

Love is like an eternal flame, once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.

How do you eat your roots?

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.