It was my second trip to Karachi, this time with queer community. We have gathered around from all over Pakistan, for a human rights work shop, conducted by an agha khani / ismali trainer.
I have been to Karachi for a total of three times, but this time it was different, I met a Dia, a genuine and beautiful friend. Similarly the rest of the friends were also unique, each having a personal story.
But this time I am not writing it either to describe Dia or others. I am writing it to introduce you with Miss Rathore. The one and only.
Buy me a cup of coffee, hence my pen can keep writing, click on the link.
When we had our luggage, the next task is to find rooms, miss Rathore and another Christian lady, walked through the bushy corridor, I followed them, they were smoking cigarettes. Anyhow I followed them.
The next day activities were sort of introduction, but my brain waves sort of matched with our mystic trainer. Will write about it later.
The other day I came to know about her troubled childhood. She also had a bush junior in her life. I know I haven't told u about my bush junior, just keep patience. Will write about it soon.
The day after we had a dandia (stick dance) and this was the moment when every changed, I became bisexual.
The final day we explored the auqa resort, but miss Rathore flight was early, so she left.
Later on, I purposed miss Rathore, but got rejected, anyhow we are still in link. But this was the exact moment, when I told my psychiatrist that I wanna get married, which was unfortunately a worst decision of my life.
Stay tuned if you wanna learn more, keep me in your prayers.
