Theres nothing like coming back to Karachi when the monsoons strike. Ferocious, unannounced strangers...forever in a hurry to leave. This year they delayed their arrival. I choose to believe that they were waiting for me.
Stepping out of the airport this morning, my heart couldnt help but skip a beat. For there it lay sprawling infront of me; cloaked in ominous clouds, barely breathing - my beloved city by the sea.
Stepping out of the airport this morning, my heart couldnt help but skip a beat. For there it lay sprawling infront of me; cloaked in ominous clouds, barely breathing - my beloved city by the sea.
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