time is passing by blissfully...there is no keeping track of dates, days and weeks. It makes such a huge difference to be around people...perhaps this is why i crave the family-full drawing rooms of karachi. But everything comes with its fringe benefits (im trying to find a better word but cant) ...life, freedom, independence, boriyyat, depending on people, people depending on you, you being cared about, you caring, the silent grumbling, the sudden spurt of happiness....its all so relative.
It feels good to be busy