Missing out on Karachi in the winter
Its that time of year once again; wedding season in Pakistan. And I’m missing it. (Not that I’m missing it; if you know what I mean). For the first time in about 12 years I’m not in Karachi in December. Today is the first real day of snow in Toronto, and it feels strange gazing down at snow-covered roof tops and flurries lightly floating across the skies; an entire world away from my ‘usual decembers’.
I miss karachi. I miss the smell of winter in the air, getting together with old friends from different corners of the world, french beach, that 4 pm winter sunlight, the same bollywood hits at each and every mehndi, family time, bonfires at the beach, cold sand under my toes, star gazing, ruby red lips on a winter bride, dancing the nights away to those bollywood hits, paani puri, long drives down familiar streets, my red vitz, cuddling up under a cozy shawl with a cup of chai… the list does go on….
(Photo cred: mr. niel/nadir’s julie… or was it jenny)