i re read my diary the other day....i do fear that someone might spot it one day and then ...what happens. actually considered telling a that if i die, please only let my mom read it and then burn it. what would happen ....i shudder to think of death...and yet so many people are looking at it right in the face.....while we think about petty things like pleasure and happiness. what of plain old life?
i would have left last night. at this precise moment i would have been in dubai.. and then off to karachi. but i am here. i didnt go. but then again i will soon. or will i?
h told me you will miss this. my colleague at work told me its hard to return to something that has changed so much from what you knew it to be. its true. thats my biggest fear....after all this bruhaha to go back and feel - nothing.
i tell my self i have bargained for that. i will confront it head on. after all that is what i knew, what i breathed, what i did- for 20 years....but who knows. what the future holds.