Most of my memories are repressed inside my veins; sometimes they come to the surface affecting the functionality of my organs, coercing the mind to remember.
I think of cats strolling along hospital corridors in
being terrified each time the doctor opened the door. I remember injections,
the permanent headache, riding on the back of a motorbike at midnight through
dim-lit streets and the calls of elderly gentlemen alone in the dark. Pakistan