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It was love at first sight when I set my eyes on this beauty. Heads turn as I carry this one.

My very first bit of research. In the years to come, I d probably smile back at the excitement. I am smiling at the moment. It was the very last day of submission, when I submitted it.

Me and Dr Irum send an email to our department secretary for the stuff needed in the work area kitchen. He replies that they will reimberse the money and I should buy the stuff. "What's the budget that I have to stick to?", I ask. "3500 ruppees", is the answer. This is what I bought.

Everything Transient. Everything big Everything small And things that later seem nothing at all. Hope Its there To come With time The fruit, post hard work Is going to fall.

"We live in the most screwed up province", my friend tells me. "No light, no this, no that", my friend goes on. True. But not completely. Its easy to complain. But not so difficult to change. Change. One little thing at a time. Today onwards, I wont throw garbage, till I reach a dust bin. This country is my home. I cant do this to it. That bulb needs to be powered off. That little energy saved. Every little thing is 'naimat', and someday Someone so high above us is gonna ask us about it. And that exam we need to pass. For sure. Coming back to my friend, we disagree on a few things, but agree on so many others. The bond gets deeper with every passing day.

Its Monday. Its gona be a great day, I convince myself. Absolutely great. I cherry picked my fruits and cucumber from the fridge. I ve got a kiwi fruit as well. For all those who dont know, its the fruit on a lot of beauty soaps. So here comes radiant skin. I tried not to have tea early morning. But here I am with 90 rupees worth of coffee. Good morning!

Here is the pictorial view. I absolutely love this place. My little corner, my little world.     Zee's eye view.     Copied ideas, the sketch and the saying.         My beautiful beautiful bags.     The rock hard phone. Small phone, big stories.     A place where a lot of thinking is going to be done. Intellectually intellectual.  

Its been scorching hot today. As I sit on my bench, its almost six in the evening. The wind has started to blow. Thats how life is. Isnt it. It never remains the same. The good times. The bad ones. One shall fade into the other. Good becoming better. We are approaching elections. Since I was a kid, it has been ping pong. The PPP, followed by PML. Ping pong ping pong. All of them almost the same to me. My family has always voted for a party, that never got power. Funny in its own right. As I look back, memories of elections shine up like a festivity. Polling stations were schools. I mainly accompanied the older ladies for the food stalls. We were never scared of being blasted then. There would be a few women fighting here and there. But that was about it. I still remember that was a minor party, whose voting sign was 'cooler'. They had arranged coolers of cool water and they went on "Vote for the cooler and get a glass of cool water". The party with the 'arr