Let me for once start from the summation, no issue has plagued our society like the one I want to ramble about today, “log kiya kahengay?” (the literal meaning being, “what will people say?”). It has perhaps remained buried deep inside my heart for such a long time, that I cannot even remember since when, slowly pinching me, telling me there’s something wrong, coaxing me to rebel and become an insurgent in my own way. This very issue plagues our society to the extent that our lives are shaped from day one not by our own will but by the fear of a very disturbed reaction that the society is going to exhibit to our little or big things.
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Me, snuggler and the kids hit trail 5 in Islamabad last Sunday. It was tough but it was fun. I am used to lots of walking and jogging but wasn’t sure if snuggler or kids would be able to keep up. They did surprise me, in 2.5 hours we reached the top (Pir Sohawa), had a small lunch and were ready for descent, 30 minutes later. I realized it was late, and we would be on track with darkness around us. With the car parked “down there” it was either walk to it or hire a cab. Walking was out, and cabs weren’t there. At least none near us, so we started walking the road. Snuggler got worried, so did the kids, but somehow I was confident help will reach us, as many cars sped by without looking at us. Just then an elderly man stopped and offered us a ride. He took us to the trail 5 parking and that’s how we reached home in time. Snuggler thought I knew the man, which off course I didn’t and hence this post….