November 2011
6 posts
I Miss You and Think of You Often...
It’s four a.m. and I have a severe case of jetlag. I wake up to a calming breeze artificially simulated by the familiar ceiling fan, owned by every pakistani who can afford it, with every inch of my body covered in a not-so-familiar accumulation of perspiration. I lift myself out of bed accepting the fact that no matter how hard I try I won’t be able to fall asleep again, and I walk...
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