Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

This world is out of date

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.

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

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.

How do you eat your roots?