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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. In life, a lot of things happen. And after lot of incidents, you make a lot of promises to yourself, and you claim of a lot of things to the people around you. But after a little while, as you relax, as you calm down, you realize that you cannot hold up to a lot of these promises. And you know that when you smile at a joke cracked by a friend and hold ba.

This picture speaks for itself. An animal teaching a lesson in a most simplest of manner. The horse bears the scorching sun while the owner relaxes in its shadow.

Sunday, June 13, 2010. My Take on the Capital. Little over a month ago I was happy that I had got a new job on great terms and I will get to live in Islamabad, a peaceful city. Probably this was another step towards what I wanted in life but only time will tell. My experience here so far has been below average. My smile went away gradually. I became more and more serious, more and more stressed.