I dream of a lost Karachi.
Of a Saddar where women roamed freely on the streets, an Empress Market tourists travelled to.
Of a Karachi that takes you back to the past, adrift the flaws, the pain, the things that we spent too much time thinking of.
Coffee shops and literature – the Karachi that used to be.
Art and creativity – the Karachi that used to be.
The Karachi that we all crave.
The Karachi that we one day hope to re-create.