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EVERYONE is on Blogger!!!
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IF ever anyone of those who know me come across me in blogworld I hope you don't recognize me and if u do PRETEND u dont.
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*Kratchi*
*Kurachi*
*Kara-chi*
*Karachee*
*KARACHI*

I hear whimsical whispers of the bubbling hum of suds,
witness profound vitality echoing through the soul.
Construing my perception from reality to abstraction;
such is the respiring terrain of the city I call my own.

I really want to write….I don’t know what about….but I really wanna write.
Hmmm….maybe I could talk about the breathtaking sunset Karachi witnessed today, or…the absolutely incredible waves that were crashing on the big ass rock in the middle of the paani at Gadani….oh wow tat rhymed! No I’m not stoned or the like….just in one of those babbling moods where I feel like randomly going on and on…..about anything….
Some call it my caffeine high, I refute the existence of any such thing in my life…but i guess they are right! = P
but that doesn’t meanthe same ppl aren’t dumb asses, they are still wrong about alotta other things. =P

Acceptance.

Admitted, you are irreplaceable. Admitted, there are no simple answers when it comes to you, when it comes to us. Admitted, this is unconditional. Admitted, not everything has to be black and white. Admitted, we are both extremely different yet somewhere deep inside, share the same marrow. Admitted, we are both complicated, complex individuals. Admitted, no one can test our patience more than each other. Admitted, no one understands us better than each other. Admitted, we can’t go a day without biting each other’s head off. Admitted, the best music is that which you make. Admitted, no song sounds the same again once you’ve sung it. Admitted, I don’t read aloud to anyone like the way I do to you. Admitted, no one makes me laugh the way you do. Admitted, I am too damn difficult for you to handle. Admitted, you are too damn complacent for my liking. Admitted, a tomorrow without you seems inconceivable.

Admitted, it can’t get any worse. Admitted, it can’t get any better.

It ain’t gonna happen. Accepted.

I surrender.
I had surrendered to this confusion, stopped searching for answers a long time back. But with every passing day I realize that any effort of mine, no matter how earnest, may be a complete lost cause. Hence, I sit conquered and crushed by the ruthless force of an unexplainable sort. Random well-wishers warn me about you, hoping to enlighten me so that I may be able to care a bit more about myself. They fail to understand the twisted, sadistic euphoria of failing to refrain from this one-way street, recognizing and accepting the damage it puts me through.
No simple answers when it comes to you.
I surrender today not in defeat, but in acceptance of futility.
Or maybe they are one and the same, mind’s too fogged up to form coherent sentences.