A Poetry Book

I have already spent a week in Karachi. This was the best trip I had in a while. Meeting cousins after years is something that I cannot do every month. The last time I came to Karachi was two years ago. That is enough time to change people. I have been visiting places on and off, including Karachi. I am blessed to have this chance. My Papa’s job makes him visit places and I tag along. This time I was hoping to return home in five days but it’s seventh day and I am here in Karachi. I loved so many things here.

Last night I was having chaat craving and that too at midnight, so I woke up a cousin and we went to a place called Boat basin. The shops were open. It wasnt that good chaat as in Lahore but still I liked it. After that we had a long drive and came home around one thirty. Another of my cousins was awake. I thought he would wake everyone up but he didn’t. He is pretty weird. Stays silent most of the time, has no Facebook account, no twitter account, has very few friends. Spends most of his time in his room behind locked door. Today morning he came to the room given to me. And gave me a book. A poetry book. I don’t know how he got to know that I used to read poetry some years ago. I haven’t opened the book yet.

Now what!