It was my last day in Karachi as I was leaving for New York in search of a greener future,  I stopped by at the office  to wind up my professional life, something that till now has been the biggest learning experience. As I packed my few personal things including small teddy, Yousufi Sb’s ‘Aab-e-Gum’ my coffee mug etc. While on my way back, in spite of the hustle bustle of the traffic, it felt serenely quiet in my head, and I asked myself, why was I leaving my country? The noisy streets and crazy traffic bothering me? Or the countless hours without electricity? Or is it the incident last year when my car almost drowned in the heavy rains? Or Is it the tedious hours at work? Or because of the family networks’ constant harassment regarding the delay in my marriage? Or the charm of the land of opportunity which America is famed for, none of these even remotely answered the question.

No wonder if you are shocked to read what follows as I am shocked myself too when I realized this, it was in fact the people, the community around. The people I have worked with, interacted with, my colleagues, some beautiful, some talented but all non-sense. None disappointment in life could be this much devastating than to lose your trust and respect for the people who have been a part of life.

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