Kamila’s Karachi

Waves crashing across the shore,
Tiptoeing on the sand, the edges of my shalwar spotted with sand, wet and crusty against my skin.
Grabbing a bhutta, we smile; we’re engulfed in the warmth- the sun, the sand and the toasty bhutta.

I step out of the jacuzzi, the cold hits my warm body, instantly alerting me, Ugh- where is the waiter with my club sandwich.
I reach for the towel and…