sometimes it just takes the right song, or the right fruit, or the right sunlight to create a moment of magic.

maybe it's just the feel of the wind filtering in through your window, or the recollection of summers past, spend lying on your belly consuming tolkein and apricots, or of people and smiles, and tiny scars that mark their faces.

the days are now filled with old songs, list-making, shopping, packing, compacting, and a little bit of daydreaming.

i think i will miss lahore terribly. i love my "village pretending to be a city" city, and the colors, and sounds, and the street food, and the easy temperaments, and the angry drivers, and the choked roads, and the feel of the sky, as the cedars and oaks and hibiscus trees hit out at it, and the constant stream of students and backpacks that are scattered about the city roads, and the city in the rain, and the memories now tagged to so many spots.

i'll miss my city.