Arham is an under confident lonesome and emotionally weak boy, and the main reason for such behavior is his over practical and inconsiderate natured mother. All his life, he stayed under her dominance which lead to his vanishing self pride and belief till one fine day, his mother decides to never let him get out of the house as she thinks he's incapable of showing good and over 'posh' social skills that she expects from him. In short, she thinks he's crazy. Arham remains locked up for six years. As these years pass, he is a grown up now, but only physically, emotionally, he has a heart of a child. This is because when he needed love and care, he was locked, and now, when he's finished on the inside, his mother finally decides to take him out. And so they enter the famous 'Empress Market' of Karachi.
Being over crowded, noisy and extremely happening has always been seen as the components of its personality. To the world, it might be amusing, but as slowly they enter, it doesn't seem quite amusing the way Arham sees it. They keep walking, till now things are normal, he's still slightly alien to what ever is happening, mainly because of his six years' experience. But things do not take time to scare him. As they walk along the narrow congested streets, he turns his face around, somewhere seeing men weighing vegetables, flapping them harshly, scaring off the flies resting on them, while on the other hand he sees people spitting out the so called 'pan'. He feels disgusted and sick. But he's still walking, having the mother walk way ahead of him, not caring where he is, or how he's feeling. He keep's seeing things until he crosses the fish stall. Slimy dead fish laying on top of each other, while the stall man keeps staking more over them, creating the sound of their wet texture being clapped together. Shrimps shifted from huge baskets into ice water, splashing is all over, that smell, that agony, he feels it all, not knowing what comes next.
And so he walks, feeling weaker in the knees, so many people around him. He's pushed as they walk. Some step on his feet, some bang their shoulders against his. His palms and forehead begin to sweat. His shoulders feel heavy. It seems as if life is slowly extracted out of his body. More images, more noises, more weakness.
And just then he hears the sound of someone chopping meat. That sound of metal against hard wood and that piercing flesh, it really gets to him. He turns and so he sees. Just what he thought. Meat being chopped, chickens flapping their feathers, their painful cries, the butcher's guilt less eyes. He moves back out of shock and disgust. looking at the hens in their cages walking around, not knowing whats happening just on top of those cages, that feeling of not knowing what comes next frightens him. It's like he relates to them. He's disturbed to all levels. He moves a step back, breathing heavy, feeling dizzy, while a car behind him honks without a stop, but slowly, his eyes roll and next thing you know, he fall's to the ground, people surround, but how sad for him, before his eyes close, he see's all sorts of faces, but his mother appears nowhere.
Being over crowded, noisy and extremely happening has always been seen as the components of its personality. To the world, it might be amusing, but as slowly they enter, it doesn't seem quite amusing the way Arham sees it. They keep walking, till now things are normal, he's still slightly alien to what ever is happening, mainly because of his six years' experience. But things do not take time to scare him. As they walk along the narrow congested streets, he turns his face around, somewhere seeing men weighing vegetables, flapping them harshly, scaring off the flies resting on them, while on the other hand he sees people spitting out the so called 'pan'. He feels disgusted and sick. But he's still walking, having the mother walk way ahead of him, not caring where he is, or how he's feeling. He keep's seeing things until he crosses the fish stall. Slimy dead fish laying on top of each other, while the stall man keeps staking more over them, creating the sound of their wet texture being clapped together. Shrimps shifted from huge baskets into ice water, splashing is all over, that smell, that agony, he feels it all, not knowing what comes next.
And so he walks, feeling weaker in the knees, so many people around him. He's pushed as they walk. Some step on his feet, some bang their shoulders against his. His palms and forehead begin to sweat. His shoulders feel heavy. It seems as if life is slowly extracted out of his body. More images, more noises, more weakness.
And just then he hears the sound of someone chopping meat. That sound of metal against hard wood and that piercing flesh, it really gets to him. He turns and so he sees. Just what he thought. Meat being chopped, chickens flapping their feathers, their painful cries, the butcher's guilt less eyes. He moves back out of shock and disgust. looking at the hens in their cages walking around, not knowing whats happening just on top of those cages, that feeling of not knowing what comes next frightens him. It's like he relates to them. He's disturbed to all levels. He moves a step back, breathing heavy, feeling dizzy, while a car behind him honks without a stop, but slowly, his eyes roll and next thing you know, he fall's to the ground, people surround, but how sad for him, before his eyes close, he see's all sorts of faces, but his mother appears nowhere.
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