I was going through the pictures my sister had taken when she was in Pakistan not too long ago. She got some shots of the streets of Pakistan (mostly from the car). Some are from Karachi and some from Lahore. While looking through these pictures and the ones of relatives and friends in Pakistan, I started tearing up and eventually began crying with snot dripping from my nose and everything because I missed it all so much.
I really just wanna be there right now.
A bazaar in Lahore - shopping for kapra and picking out pretty designs for the darzii to make.
Some more pictures of outside the bazaar in Lahore:
This picture always amazes me :). My sister was telling me how there was a kid sitting in the very front of the motorcycle, and then the father was sitting behind him, and then they put the bakra in between the father and the son who was sitting at the very back. Now that requires some skill.
Now that requires some skill. 
D
haha
