An unconscionably long time since my last post and I did not pass a single day (almost) without a pang of guilt. In the past weeks I have spent a few days in Karachi, over a week in Taiwan, and been clobbered by work upon my return to KL. Excuses, excuses, but hopefully this is it.
From Karachi, the thing that haunts me – the memory of Abdullah Shah Ghazi from my childhood, the green dome dominating the seaside, the feeling of grime and terror and crowds and intense greenness inside. The saint who diverted a cyclone when I was a child, protector of Karachi and its drug addicts and whores. Now, Abdullah Shah Ghazi shrunk behind a flyover and a sand coloured mosque transplanted from the Gulf by Bahria town, only the very tip of its green dome still visible. It made my heart ache and wonder what would happen when the next cyclone comes.