Thoughts


My exams didn’t went well, nevermind. Many people wanted to know how was my trip before exams.

My trip to Dhaka, Bangladesh was awesome. Memorable because of one big reason which is personal and very thankful for it. Many more reason too. One of them was it was also a gift for mom. Nothing can match the experience of seeing her smile and enjoy. The food was awesome everywhere and cheap too. Bashundra City, the biggest mall of South Asia was the place I went TWO times in small trip of six days, just to eat their Dohi Puchka (Dahi waley Gol Gappay) and Chicken Masala Dossa - mouthwatering. We ate a good big Thai six-course meal and it costed us just Rs. 650 with awesome service and in the end lime finger bowls. It was so filling that we just returned the biggest course of fried chilli fish. And the ras malai, heaven!

Uff the roads are so clean, no bumps and wide enough. Traffic is bas but not as bad as ours. The best part is greenery. I wish Karachi was green. Karachi people wake up.

Cycle Rickshaw was a fun trip though it is such a cruel form of labor. Bangla Lychees are now my next favorite after peaches.

People are so welcoming, simple and down-to-earth. Even if we say we are from Pakistan, they smiled. We all are one actually. It was good that they got separated or less they would have died from the allergy of corruption.

Every taka we spend was worth and paid back in millions.

And it was my first trip outside Karachi and in the plane.. woohooo!!

And it was a community trip so we also sang and danced in the plane :P
What fun!

I always thought that I can change the world. Maybe I can. Surely I can. I can change myself but I can only TRY to change others. It is not a liability on me that they SHOULD change, it is my bestest effort which counts the most. After all, you can tell people, convince them to change but it is in their hands to act accordingly or not. And with each one of those who act accordingly and change, you change the world one step a time and surely changing the world at large.

Sometimes it feels like I am not real,
my body doesn’t exist.
Nor is this world.
It feels like everything is illusion.
As if I am in a flashback mode,
and my eyes are like a projector
projecting nostalgia.

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