Aameen.
I miss it so much. :( My sohrab bike, the rickshaw rides, the smell of pakoras and petrol fumes mixing together at maghreb time at the lorry-adda, melodious sound of azan, getting all sweaty in jeans/tshirt in the sweltering heat, bathing at the motor-pump they use for watering fields, the water buffaloes, the dirt on the street, my bully-kutta...
I brought back some roasted corn and mix nuts back from Pak and I eat them as a religious duty every night when I get homesick, they feel sacred because they were grown in my soil, it feels like communion would to a catholic, i think yeh bhi to ussi jannat ke hi hain...