“I can’t find my night suit’s pajama anywhere. I’m drugged with lack of sleep, my feet ache, my head’s woozy and I’m stumbling around looking for my pajama. I ask mama, nobody has a clue about the whereabouts of my dear old pajama in which I sleep the best of sleeps.
Just then I reach to fix the scarf wrapped around my neck. Well what do you know; I’m wearing my pajama as a scarf!”
-An extract from yesterday when I had hardly slept 5 hours in the past 48 hours.
LACK OF SLEEP!
Well that was yesterday.
I had a sleepover at a friend’s and of course nobody sleeps then. And the night before sleepover night it rained in Islamabad! :D
So I was up and about, out in the rain at 3.00am for around six hours.
Enjoying the rain, and the weather after the rain J
Thus, no sleep.
I LOVE RAIN!
Going out and turning my head up towards the sky, closing my eyes and shivering each time an ice cold raindrop fell on my face.
I’m probably returning to Karachi the day after tomorrow.
I sure have to update posts on my times at Islamabad and Rawalpindi.
But till then, I miss home.
And I literally have to fight to use the internet.
The explanations of the fight are all in here: More Than a Dozen.
Yet, I love to travel.
And I love it when it rains.