Ramzan in karachi. nothing beats the calm that encompasses the bustling city at six thirty...the streets deserted, pockets of people breaking their fasts on the streets, dusk descends with a sense of serenity that has no parable.
Yet life continues to be complicated.
One yearns for something for so long, only to finally get it and realize, it aint all its made out to be. I am thankful, God knows i am. But its taking alot out of me. ive become crabby and whiny and irritable. I hate climbing the two flights of stairs ten times a day, i hate not getting any sleep after sehri...but i love the feeling of connecting to a thirteen year old, the uncanny ability of kids to say the funniest things without even knowing it, the absolute brilliance some of these kids possess, the eight hours of sleep i get on a sunday, the siestas after coming from school, praying and just blissfully sleeping till iftar, the look on people's faces when i say this is what i do, the teachers who are so empathetic, the lovely books which i hope i will one day find the time to read. Indeed, i have alot to be thankful for.
Ramzan didnt start off on a good foot, but it will hopefully end on one.