It's a quite day; Sunday ; everything is still, silent like graves. Nothing extraordinary happening. Everything is normal; light, pleasant.
The Indus in July;
The water is too cold, as like ice, or even more less hot than ice. Numb hands, trembling legs….... Feeling cold in such a hot weather; hell; . Deciding whether to go or not, a ray of hope is there. Don’t know, whether I can reach or not, but still on hope that I can; sleeping; .