Sitting in the backseat. Just like any person would. I looked out of the window. What I saw was a view I’ll remember, for a long time. It was bright daylight. Not the one which would make your eyes squint. It was radiance. The light which made your eyes go bright and shower in them the dreams of hope. Everywhere my eyes roamed, I saw the people smiling at each other. They were actually beaming. As if greeting the day. The calm on their faces could be sensed by everyone. It reflected their peace of mind. There was a lot to view. The green trees were greener than ever, many of them blossomed with prettiness and provided the shade. The shade which served as joy to the people who walked beneath it. It was enchanting. No beggar was in site. The roads weren't cluttered with litter and no sewerage line overflowed. I saw many things that made me wonder. As if I have entered a different world altogether. The children all were coming back from school. For sure, there was no child labour. The people each had their own tasks, I saw no one wandering or idle. The elderly were being helped and the younger ones had the respect for all. It seemed a society where people lived in harmony. Where they loved each other and tolerance was a virtue. I could observe all of this from my window, the scenario was as clear as a crystal. Yet my car was not coming to a halt, I do not know where we were headed towards. Then suddenly, a jerk, and all was over. As the car came to an abrupt stop, I was woken from my sleep. This time I looked out of the window, I realised why we had stop. An explosion was heard, all about there was a chaos. People were running. Running? No, trying to save themselves. Nobody cared for the victims. Our car took a reverse gear; we were heading back, towards home. The picnic was immediately cancelled. Now, in this moment I saw, I saw the real 'Karachi'. The city which has been shattered with violence. Again, I remembered my dream. I found the reason why the journey in my dream was not coming to end like the one in reality had. For this reality of violence has to end one day. All hope has not been lost yet. The journey still continues. There is still the passion that lives within our hearts. The voice inside us which says: Karachi will blossom again. Soon. Very soon. For the light which shines in the canopies of skies, whisper to us: there is an end to every spell. This time would pass too.
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