By noorfatima02 on Skatehive
Last month, it was the end of my degree, and I had to come home. So I decided to travel by air on a domestic flight from Karachi to Sialkot. My Flight timing was 9 am, so I had to rush to the airport early in the morning. It was an early morning, and I was not fully awake yet, if I am being honest. I was sitting in the backseat of the car, head leaning slightly toward the window, watching Karachi do its thing outside. And Karachi was doing its thing very well that morning. The roads were already busy even at that hour — motorbikes lined up at every signal, rickshaws squeezing through gaps that did not really exist, cars honking for no clear reason, pedestrians crossing wherever they felt like it. Just a normal morning in this city. I have seen it a thousand times, but somehow it never gets boring. We drove through some quieter streets, too, before hitting the main road. Big trees on both sides, old houses sitting behind high boundary walls, the occasional stray cat watching us go past