Multan...

life plays funny games. It was the first time I was going home and there were no parents at home, there was no one to come and receive me like the way it was in the past, there was nothing like taking my favorite breakfast on the way to home. Yet still, I was really happy and excited to go back home. 

As I usually tell my room mates that the best thing of my stay in Islamabad is the happiness and excitement I have when I go back home. Usama, my flat mate also haphazardly made a plan to come with us and thanking Allah he would be that I had booked two extra seats at different times. So we set off for Multan, we sent usama before us and arrived at the bus at 11:00pm. The journey was enjoyable as always, during which at the jhang terminal I eat my favorite meal, early in the morning.

We reached Multan around 6:30am in the morning and it felt so empty when there was no one to receive us, anyways we came back home ourselves and thankfully my Aunt was still at home when we reached. Milk shake, Kebab, egg and paratha was my first breakfast and was a dangerous sign of the things to come :D