Home sweet Home!

I do not belong to rushy places. Despite being a hearty talker, I always enjoy quiet neighborhoods, tranquil sceneries. However, this time around in Islamabad, the quietness was just getting to my nerves. Islamabad has always been a queer place for me. For all these many many many years that I have been frequenting it, its never a familiar homely ground. Its kind of, what you may call, ukhda ukhda, yani jaisay a synthetic fibre draped over a ban ki chaarpai to undo its crudeness, its originality. Pata nahi! The space time coordinates here feel like belonging to an unknown dimension of reality. Islamabad always makes me think of buildings and workers, and not homes and families. Are you getting it?
Aik unending udaasi hai that clouds the city. Not to mention that blue that matches your pace as soon as you begin to look around that growing jungle of ugly cement, remembering all that green that used to be there when you had started identifying the road to Japanese Park!
Once again, as always, I missed those pine trees, that cool breeze that could only be felt in those bygone times of lush greenery. The city is exceptionally warm for this time of the year, warmer than Karachi and even Lahore! But this warmth had nothing to do other than the mercury in the scale.

Returning from Islamabad, the gush of warm odorous air, and rush of pushing crowd at Karachi airport is always a relief. Its kind of returning to the Real world :)