Himalayan Breeze

After 45 mins of the most treacherous terrain, and the most vicious downpour, the mountains were kind enough to let in some sun. I put my hand out of the window to engage in a gentle battle with the Himalayan breeze… Then I stuck my head out and breathed some of the purest oxygen the region has to offer. I was sure the trucker didn’t share my enthusiasm for a view that was probably commonplace for him, but my music got louder as the clouds rolled back – country roads, take me home.

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Country roads, take me home 🙂 Hunza to Gilgit

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Published on Facebook on May 30, 2014.

Acquiesce

Just like thatjust like that, I forget the broken roads, I forget Amir Liaquat’s monstrous face plastered over all the billboards, I ignore the motorcyclist spitting paan strategically out of his helmet, I ignore the constant honking and the fact that no one observes traffic rules, I ignore the recurring adverts about mobile phones and lawn prints, the telecom wires that are dangerously close to the ground, and all the ‘Ramzan offers’ that are apparently too good to refuse. I can smell the raindrops hitting the mud and regardless of how humid it is, the weather feels like it’s perfect outside.

Just like that Karachi, with the first monsoon rain, I fall in love with you all over again.

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Monsoon mornings 2

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Originally published on Facebook on July 25, 2014.