We drive between a procession of sandstone apartments,
Stern as sentries patrolling the road.
Towering Apartments partly obscure panorama of snow-capped mountains,
Minaret’s fitted with loudspeakers.
Car fumes mix with freshly baked kaak, both chocking and refreshing.
Deep sobering freckles scar walls and tarnished bank facades.
Car horns chatter to one another constantly,
The taxis overdose of passengers mirrors shop clusters,
Tiny internet cafes squat by mobile phone shops,
Eagar to close for mid-day prayer.
While abandoned fruit carts partially block narrow streets,
As passengers warm velvet smiles spill out, personal space is once more introduced.
Human stampedes of comic riots dominate headlines,
Her glance supersedes it all.