Diary of an Introverted Extrovert

Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Tere Roz O Shab Ka Jhamele Main, Rat Jagon Main, Akele Main, Meri Adhi Umer Nikal Gae. Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Tere Din Rat Ki Banhon Main, Kuch Banane, Kuch Karne Ki Chahon Main, Main Khud Ko Bhol Betha Hn, Kon Tha Main Kya Hoon Main Aj, Khud Say Poch Betha Hoon Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Main Khud Sa Jang Mool Betha Hn.

It was a good night, not really cold and not even hot and contrary to the London’s normal weather it was not raining. But I was not good. I was staying in side home and office for a month now and it was eating me up. Yeah I cannot stay in side or with just the work for long, I have a soul of a wanderer which always pushes me to go out randomly without any destination. To look under the city instead of looking at it. Randomly I got up and went to the place which was my first outing destination in London, “The Piccadilly Circus”. I had seen that place twice by now but I always had a feeling like I have to see it more, like I have just visited it not seen it. It was a Friday night and the place was bustling as always. The lights the colours the people. Every one enjoying, everyone is happy, every one? No, not everyone was happy. Just like the streets of Lahore everybody here was with a story. The big bars and restaurants, the people there seemed so happy, dancing, cheering but