How is it, I wonder, that one so young can remained troubled when in the company of the stars. They watch quietly from their infinitely far reaches of space, like a panel of wise old men watching a baby trying to walk, holding themselves back to allow him to do it all by himself. They have seen planets explode, other stars collapse onto themselves, black holes being formed and sucking in bits of everything, like God's vacuum cleaner. Compared to that, all my problems are worthy to be laughed at, and laugh I did, as the twelve year old does when he watches his parents and other grown ups talking about strikes and political problems while all he has to worry about is getting a new geometry box and finishing reading about tenses in his grammar book. How can you not giggle when a realization like that hits you?

And all it took for these thoughts was a twenty minute gap in the electricity supply. So God bless all of us crazy Pakistanis, even the KESC people!