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Below are a series of three images of something written on a flight from Lahore to Karachi. The text following the pictures is a copy of what is written in the images.

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Thursday. March 17th. 8:05 pm. Airborne. En route to Karachi. Karachi – the city of lights, the city by the sea, home. Homeward bound after one hell of fourth semester at LUMS. And semester’s not even done yet. Oh well, must not focus on the weariness and the dreariness of the past few weeks at LUMS right now. Stupid exams.

Too much turbulence. My handwriting’s getting messed up.

I love writing while flying. You know how writers talk about how they love to write when in isolation or sitting under the beech tree in the meadow; everyone has their pet place where they like to write. Mine would be an airplane. Sounds odd, I know. Frequent travelling has made me experiment with this and I quite like it now. I usually read or listen to music or do both simultaneously. But then, there’s only so much you can read or listen to continuously.

Anyway. Did I mention I’m homeward bound? Of course I did. That’s like the first thing I mentioned. Just a few miles between me and Karachi now. Hallelujah!

I was reading Jo’s Boys when I boarded. Louisa May Alcott’s a really good writer albeit a bit outdated. I was on the last chapter because I finished most of the book at LUMS and then even more at the airport when my flight got delayed by a half hour. When I boarded I had one chapter left. I was done with the book even before takeoff.

Then I observed takeoff. I always pick the window seat when I travel. I love looking out the window during takeoff and landing. Sometimes, I even take pictures. My favourite is one that I took of Karachi from the plane. You can see both light (city of lights indeed) and dark (sea) area. That reminds me, I really want to go to the beach. I will go.

I’m currently listening to music and writing. Kishore Kumar is playing. That man is one amazing singer. You should listen to him. Bollywood has good music. Apart from their item numbers (the ‘Munnis’ and the ‘Sheilas’). But then item numbers aren’t about music.

I’ve eaten a sandwich and have had both Pepsi and tea. Weird, I know. I’m bored. A baby is screaming/crying. Loud. Annoying. Must turn volume up. Bingo! Drowned the noise with my music. I love my earphones.

I like my shuffle also. It’s playing such good songs. Right now I’m listening to ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai‘ from (duh) ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai‘. It’s like my favourite movie and song of all time. I love love love it. I’ve seen it so many times it’s not even funny. You should watch it. It’s beautiful. Especially that one scene after the song ‘Tujhe Yaad Na Meri Ayi‘. It’s an amazing scene and such amazing acting. Ever wonder how you would feel if your best friend suddenly decides to leave college and head home without telling you? You go after her to stop her but you get nothing more than casual conversation. WATCH THE MOVIE. Shah Rukh Khan puts all feelings and emotions in that scene in the best possible way.

Chandni Raatein‘ is now playing. Ali Haider sang this song well. This was a really really good drama. They don’t make them like those anymore.

Anyway, next song. Don’t feel like listening to ‘Chandni Raatein‘. ‘Dhaani‘ by Strings. Beautiful song.

They’ve turned on the seatbelt sign. I guess we’ll be landing soon. Good enough; I was getting really bored. I don’t like seat belts. They make me feel trapped.

My phone died. Battery empty. Guess no more music for me. I am sad. Oh well, back to looking out the window. I love landings. Ciao!