My Friend, the Unconscious

Dear Karachi! I'm lying in a train right now. Just trying to sleep but its difficult and mysterious to have it, so I decided to share this experience with you because I found you the best to share it with.  We are seven in the cabin of six berths. I, my one elder brother, two youger ones, my father and two Islamic preachers who were strangers in the begining of this journey. By the way, our train is heading toward you. The strangers acquainted with us by telltaling the lives of holy saints. In short, they are nice and generous. The feeling I want to share with you is the way I'm trying to sleep. I'm lying in-between the six berths, three on my right side and three on my left but unfortunately (or may be fortunately) I'm on the floor, on the preacher's sleeping bag that he has bestowed. But alas! I couldn't manage a pillow. I've rolled an empty bottle in one end of the sleeping bag. The movement of train is shaking me on this slippery bag like someone shakes ...