Yesterday, I went to an exhibition by Daachi foundation at Expo Centre Karachi. Pardon, I had no idea about the existence of this non-profit organization but thanks to my friends who are what's-going-on-in-Karachi types. It was a great place and I ran into my long lost college friend. It turned out that her sister also had a stall of hand embroidery clothes. By the way, I learned about this embroidery Taarkashi - the intricate embroidery done by pulling threads of the fabric and then forming designs using very fine needle. I bought this shirt a well that captured my heart.

It's strange that my past two years in Pakistan have been quite transformational. Strangely, I had thought that Pakistan would be the last place where my personal growth would take place. The changes in my life are so rapid like a fast paced movie with frame changing at every second. I have to reframe my concepts sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously with every experience. The moment I thought it is what it is, the universe will throw another perspective. Can't help recalling Dr. Seuss, Oh, the places you go and the people you meet.

Thoughts:

It's not just the universe that is expanding only, it's we as well.

Autumn comes, dropping slow:
from the falling of leaves on trees,
to the passing of hopes in hearts.

Autumn has, somehow, melancholy vibes.... making you slow and mellow. It is strange that the major transitions of my career happen during my heartbreaks: they say misery never comes alone.

My monthlies bring a wave of sadness along with cravings for a lot of things. Heartbreaks are never easy!

 Goals: 

1. To run 3 kilometers in a marathon
2. Start podcasting

Action plan:

• Go for running tomorrow. Heck xuni what's wrong with you!
• Work on the  first episode for your podcast

Do people still use blogger? Asks in Fermi's paradox. 

I feel crestfallen. I thought going back to student life would be easy. I didn't gauge the environment. Apparently this slight error in judgement became the source of misery. 

It's funny when you read your old posts written a decade (or more) ago and they don't seem part of you anymore. Stories that don't begin with once upon a time, in a land far far away, instead they begin with a thousand light years ago, in another dimension there was this girl...

I will try to be regular here. 

Homework:

• Journal everyday

Things to do

 Get over him!

On Yesterday's Meeting

 Once upon a time, there was a girl who fell in love with a boy. He was not her knight in shining armor but a soldier who had struggled and bore scars. 

He told her all - of the battles, won and lost. And she found them more mesmerizing than all the epics she had read.

- From The Life and Times of a Stellar Girl

He thinks love is a transaction.

She believes love is non-Euclidean.

Will there be a point where their thoughts converge?

 He kissed me under the stars!