I had to go to the tailor to get some clothes stitched and he happens to be in Saddar, Pindi. He’s kind of my family tailor or so I can claim as his father stitched clothes for my father, so it kind of runs in the family. The measurements done and tags pinned he told me to come after a week. That’s when we heard a big bang and all things electric seized to work, immediately. The seamster swore loudly and I walked out of the shop.