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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Outside, the weather is awesome.
Sitting here in front of my computer and moving my fingers on the keyboard, I can see a beautiful sunset out of my room’s window. The horizon is clouded just as it should be for a sunset, with rays of the settling sun jetting through little spaces. The long street has a soothing feel to itself, like the one you would experience on any other evening where the sun is going down behind the clouds, and the weather has just gone very intoxicating due to the first rain of winter earlier in the day. Plants and trees are swaying their branches in a pleasant dance with the wind, and I am just loving the orange-ish coat of colour on everything visible.
So why, as you might ask, am I sitting inside? Because the moment I step outside, I am greeted by a chill and my teeth start rattling.
But to tell you the truth, I was outside, up on my home’s roof, enjoying the western horizon, and the Margalla Hills, and the chilly winds, when I suddenly realized that this ulti seedhi place still greets its visitors with a happy Eid. And when I counted the number of days which have passed since Eid, I thought I should go inside and update. Even if it looks like an essay on today’s weather.
And since now my room is illuminated majorly by the glow of this screen I am looking at, I can safely assume that the sun has set. Or maybe it has a few more minutes, I can’t yet hear the azan for Maghreb.
Wait. Here it is. The echoing voice of Allah-o-Akbar.
In other news, there’s only one headline. And that says that I have nothing to tell you. Life is as exciting as it should be, and is as boring as it should be. Interesting, right?
Wrong. It’s not interesting at all.
Or maybe it is. Or maybe I am just talking nonsense. Or maybe I should get up and switch the room-lights on.