Blaring horns of over loaded buses , deadly traffic, ever
crowded bazaars, beggars with their new trick every day, roads which can get
flooded with just an hour of heavy rain..
all of this happens in Karachi. But when you close your eyes and think about
Karachi..you can see and feel…
Heavy breeze which encapsulate you fully..and captures every
essence of you..
shiny colorful buses whose conductors prefer to shout ‘double hai’..instead of tapping the bus two times to signal the clear way..
Sunday bazaars…zainab market..which have a charm of their own
the craze for roll paratha….
addiction to chaai
the city with the best biryani..
spicy chaat..
Aagha's juice..
Ami's pan...
the language of ‘abay yaar’..
the magnificent beach..
The glittery silver sand which sticks with you for days..
the powerful waves which take away your sorrows..
If you have lived there ..you can never ever disown Karachi.
shiny colorful buses whose conductors prefer to shout ‘double hai’..instead of tapping the bus two times to signal the clear way..
Sunday bazaars…zainab market..which have a charm of their own
the craze for roll paratha….
addiction to chaai
the city with the best biryani..
spicy chaat..
Aagha's juice..
Ami's pan...
the language of ‘abay yaar’..
the magnificent beach..
The glittery silver sand which sticks with you for days..
the powerful waves which take away your sorrows..
If you have lived there ..you can never ever disown Karachi.
Karachi has a magnetic gravity which pulls you towards
itself with all its force! And every
time you leave ..you just know that you have to come back...The city does not requests you to come ..it knows you will!
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