By Haniya Javed

KLF-The Rare findings

And so, we finally made it to KLF after many subsequent dramas on the streets only to rush to the restroom to pull ourselves together for a close-to-intellectual -people-look. But what did we witness there? A queue! Yes, people standing in a queue waiting for their turns. Seriously, from where did all this patience and discipline descend upon in Karachi?

Then, moving towards the halls of sessions, some excited, pot-bellied aunty whizzed past making us stop dead in our tracks only to turn back and say, “Sorry, dear!” and off she went. Someone just apologized. Weird.

Then we went for snacks. The highlight of the snack round was the person at the coffee stand.

 “Frozen Cappuccino for you, ma’am,” came the voice every now and then in a highly accentuated-accent. It was later-after many repeated, fan-driven visits to the same stand-we figured that the person was caught up in the literary air around him.

And then, the realization finally hit us that it was normal here for random strangers to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to equally random fellow strangers. So, when we made the final trip to the rest room on the third day of KLF, the queue was still there.

Hopefully, we’ll get to see many such three-days of civilization in the years to come.