Madspeak

My father was in the foreign service, so we moved from country to country. For me Pakistan sounded like a foreign country. Had visitors from there. Except for them and my own family spoke Urdu, The minute I stepped out spoke that country's language.It defnitely did not feel like home. All 'fresh fruit' was in cans, when I returned to Karachi, I found what fresh fruit was like, the smell itself was intoxicating,there is no smell in canned fruit,Having canned fruit only begun to seriously believe that was the only way offered. I was in a cold country, I hated the cold, I was relieved when I returned to Pakistan. particularly, Karachi. I no longer needed to wear anything warm, no sweaters, no gloves. The sun was pleasing. I stayed in it as long as possible. I was staying at my khaalas place. She called me  back in and handed me a glass of water and a soft drink. "It's so hot outside did you not feel it?" "No" I replied Years later in a routine medi