Seven

7 days left till I fly.

There have been some interesting developments in plans. I think I am going to Kashmir soon to work in the earthquake zones. I also figured out the same day that I can now post video on my blog. This is indeed good news. I've been meaning to find sites for a while now and now that its possible, I am going to take full advantage of it the opportuinity.

I'm excited to get to Kashmir too. I think it'll take me a 2 day train ride, maybe even more if interruptions exist. I have to go from Karachi to Rawal Pindi or Islamabad. We'll see what holds more promise. But I'm anxious to get there and get my hands dirty. Enough sitting on the sidelines looking into a world I desperately want to be a part of.

Tornto- Paris(6 days)- Doha(5)- Karachi(10)- Islamabad. That's the plan for now. I'm so excited. Everytime I think about it I smile. I have been waiting to leave Canada to visit somewhere for so long. Shit. I am seriously gonna miss Hamilton. That couch at Brooklyn has my ass groove engraved in it. My words which have been framed nowhere else are enshrined on these walls. Its been a pleasure, knowing all this, getting to know myself and discovering this world with friends like the 112 krew, J,M,I and H. I wish there was another act. Just so you could understand the emotions a bit better. But there isn't and with seven days left, this will have to be curtains.

I might be back next weekend to just say adios to the boys, but I can't help but feel that this is the last time I'll spend time here for a while.

let the songs of lament whisper-
words of memories,
sorrow
times spent and those wasted,
life as I know it
has ended.
The sun promises to rise
again- bringing new hope,
new times
bells chime their slow song
in my head,
life as I know it
has ended.