Karachi Literature Festival
There were books there. And authors. And books. And
journalists and celebrities and world renowned writers. And books. Also food.
And cute boys. Did i mention books?
That’s pretty much the gist of the Karachi Literature of
Festival. But words, in the case of most things that matter more and are bigger
than the nouns and verbs that define them, are not appropriate enough to
describe what an experience it is.
I loved KLF, purely because there, in that world, being a
book worm is a compliment. No one judges you because you read too much. In
fact, its pretty much a compliment of the highest order.
So I’m going again next year. And the next. And the one
after that. With fingers crossed that there are no bombs, no guns, no sudden
and unexpected strikes, and please for God’s sake, someone get me a car so I
don’t have to beg people to take me. That’s all I’m asking. That, and more
books than I can read in a lifetime.
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