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; .
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