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To: IQBAL LATIF who wrote (49876)	8/25/2006 5:50:56 PM
From: IQBAL LATIF	Respond to of 50167

Sukkur Hitchhikers- I wish, I would be those cranes!!! homesick from Paris - Foch I wish, I would be those cranes, homesick from, Paris - Foch I remember walking with my old father along these river banks bewildered and overawed with the majestic and enormity of its expanse in summer. My home town was a hot place as it is now; the walk about the banks of river was the one luxury that we all could easily afford, those memories are so engrained. As I sit here late in night in one of the nicest places in the world, I remember my old little town, my hearts goes out for my town, what a voluntarily émigré and banishment we endure. I wish, I had wings to fly there and bring those memories back, the memories that fill my heart brim with pleasure and eagerness, the first love, the first hatred, the first black eye and the first abuse; what a ‘sanctuary’ a hometown is! Once I almost was drowned in these very flood seasons, the flow of Indus was far superior than the muscles of my two fragile, adolescent meagre hands, but like old man of the sea we ventured out, the Indus taught us aggression and fortitude, to take on power bigger and mightier than us, it could drown us but the Indus taught us to survive the ferocity of the flows, may be what we are today ‘survivors facing adversity’ is the product of our environ. It was in one of these high flood seasons that my father explained me the perennial vagaries of the Indus flow. I feel home sick, I wish, I would be these cranes. I am smitten and besotted, never did I ever realize that the place of birth has such a charisma and what a charm. What a hollow life I have lived! Is attraction to land of birth stronger than luxuries of life, yes, it seems so, the sand is where we all belong too, that is what attracts all of us too.. posted by MACHIAVELLIAN AFFLATUS at 5:16 PM cybermusings.blogspot.com