Staying at home, while the beat goes on

So I didn’t go to the Shrine of Hazrat Shah Jamal today.

I am missing the ambience and the trance.

I am missing the odour of the smoke that charasis used to puff on my face in the crowded surroundings

I am missing the fear of being blown away by some bomb in a split second (as the people in the Bari Imam were)

I miss the temptation of smoking drugs

I miss the intimacy of sitting in the cramped spaces amidst the horde of all strangers clad in dirty smelling salwar qamiz.lol

I miss the Dhol of Pappu and Jora Sayein which helped me lose in my deeper self.

I miss being among the people who take life to extremes.
I
miss sitting quietly with friends , among the noisy masses , observing the extraordinary.