I booked my ride, and that ride was moving to the G-10 sector of Islamabad. The bike stopped at many signals seeing the red lights, and i always got a chance to capture photos of rain-washed beauty, but i was hesitath-What if some snatchers will snatch my mobile?
With this thought, i holded it with much more strength.
The red mail box that is now shifted to Email came my way, I didn't ignore it. It now became my type of aesthetics.
I met that person for whom i moved to that particular sector. He came to Islamabad to start preparing for competitive exams that are being prepared by every second person in Pakistan. Everyone is aspirant. He was confused about hostels, and obviously, the start is always difficult.
We visited so many hostels. Congested rooms, smelly,drabbed, and expensive. Somehow and luckily, luck showed its magic, and we stepped in an economical yet really good hostel. That hostel was just two steps away from that particular orange car.
Dragged and took the luggage inside but didn't dare to open it and manage it. I was done and wanted to go back. My main task was already covered.
Booked my ride for the journey back to the place where i belong.
A small little, Oh~ "pretty little baby" was also on walk.
There are so many tasks in a day. National Library is still left. There are many topics to cover. Piles of syllabus that are turning into piles of stress. I have to decrease this stress brick by brick. I have to contribute on day to day basis. I will be successful (In Sha Allah- By the grace of Allah).
I listened to the noise of crows. They were chanting and reacting.
It were two lovers who were trying to negotiate/ meet, but their society (in which, i think, crows are also included) are not allowing them to meet. How cruel?
Why is confirmation of society important?
They had to mend their ways to confirm to the society and societal norms.
The red ball was moving down.
But, the cat was hopeful to get some food with curious eyes.
Cycle was standing that reminded me of my broken cycle. Pretty much mundane thoughts that entered my brain.
Standing fan and weather is soon changing.
It's night....I am tired and want to go back home.
See you another time with another story, another walk.