The R Word

Times and times again, the people of Karachi have been to places such as Empress’ Market and Lee Market. Well, come on, where else can one find cheap stuff with quality? These places are like the touchstones of being Karachite. If you haven't been to any one of them than it would be safe to say that you're not a “real” Karachite. But our favorite touchstones are being crushed under the enormous power of Thanos or, in our case, KDA. Well, just like Thanos, KDA was too working and collecting its infinity stones one after the other, and the only difference was the fact that the previous governments were the Avengers standing stiff right in front of them and dismaying him from snapping his fingers; unleashing the infinity war. But as we recently lost our Avengers when the goddess of Democracy unshackled it's wrath upon them and crushed them under it or by a much popular opinion when our S.H.I.E.L.D ( aka “the men in khakis”) finally decided they had enough of them and

There was a time in my life where I thought that scent plays no role after all everyone wakes up each day, takes bath and wear on the classiest perfume but the day I met Jane, I was flabbergasted. Each day she had that distinct smell of her; something I never felt before. The memories of our first date are still premiering as the finest movie of the year. Each day I revisit it with a bag full of popcorn to find something new but it's just perfect. No matter how I look it, each scene is a cinematography guru on its own. For ages; I have always wondered would I be ever inflicted by this magic of romance that the world crave but the moment I met her, honestly I was spellbound. No matter what I did and what logic I ran, I could escape. It started out simply, me holding her hands and letting her warmth quench the cold within me. But as I felt that warmth protruding within me; I felt it wasn't just something ordinary it has something more to it. It was as if, the sun just doesn

So I think my end is near. It won't be easy to let go on the life I am clinging onto for so long. It won't either be too hard after all it's said that all it takes to tear apart the soul from the body is a snap of fingers by the angel of death. The question is would the soul go whooshing out of me into a paradox made up of endless twirls only to end up in the city of souls where it would wait for its judgment? Or would it shear my body apart from within? Like knives cutting me from within until I am nothing but flesh and blood laying aimlessly in a puddle of clay only to be eaten by the ants, I used to squish for fun? Or would it be painful? Painful like someone with a truck coming to drive me off the road because I may not be paying attention to it and was involved in my own thoughts of being in a world I have built up in my mind? Somewhere between reality and imagination, it's my demon that haunts me. It's like someone living with