The journey back to Peshawar was one long dance party. We had bought a cassette or two at Illusions and one of them featured some exquisite dance titles. I don't usually dance, unless there's like a wedding in which case I dance like there's no tomorrow, but this was different. Maybe it was because I felt so good, because once I got up, there was no sitting down. There was nothing at that moment, just me and Uzair, trying to come up with new and wacky dance moves to try out on the run. That cassette must have run its course three times before I finally sat down gasping for breath. For a fat guy, Uzair sure can dance. There was nothing much of note to write about coming back except maybe for a deep feeling of regret; of having wonderful friends right there but not knowing it. The person in question and me texted each other like a dozen times or so, telling each other about the trip, bitching about other people and their undignified behaviour and how we were both sorry we hadn't realized the fact that we could have been best friends earlier and so on and so forth, but all in all, this was one trip I will never ever forget.
Laser Tag Rules!!!
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but u do have someone to share the feeling with..just by writing it down u shared it with the whole world.im proud of you::)
....sameera
I wish I had played Laser Tag as well :|
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ahmed.!!!! my god ... screw u man.. comon i have to do the degree and project.. thinking how to get off ur blog :P hehe.. some great work n creativity keep it up n keep me posted as well.
left me thinking...
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