This is the story about a young girl from the small village of Jhongal in Upper Sindh. She among the thousands from her village who was baldy effected by the floods in Pakistan, and hence having lost everything to water she and her family now live in a flood camp in Shikarpur, until life decides for them what they ought to do. Now...

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“I Search for Water”A nomad in my own territoryThe dust flies above, heat and sweat unbearably rapid, blisters formed beneath my feet, breathing…softly, harshly sometimes cant…a hoarse breathing….like a request, tongue dried and feathery, and the sun up on me: I SEARCH FOR WATERI am an indigenous girl from Balochistan, Pakistan. The land with diverse tribes and the province bordering with Afghanistan and...

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This is the story about a young girl from the small village of Jhongal in Upper Sindh. She among the thousands from her village who was baldy effected by the floods in Pakistan, and hence having lost everything to water she and her family now live in a flood camp in Shikarpur, until life decides for them what they ought to do. Now...

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It indeed was a strange place, very strange....first of all too big, a lot of corridors, and various rooms. It was the middle of the night and everything and everyone seem to have fallen a sleep with even the leaves outside silent for some reason...far away a car would pass down the road and there would a sense of life available. My bags...

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Its the week before the last one.... Cant believe how quickly the days passed by and how soon all of us have become a big family... and then again will have to go our separate ways within 10 days.. However then again we fellows don't know whether to be sad at this idea of leaving the Institute or to celebrate the wonderful times...

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So yes, it happens a lot of times... Sitting with friends somehow the question of what you like doing the most comes up and occasionally we find ourselves jumping up to what interests us most of all. I therefore am usually the first one to chant, I love long drives! It always feels like a victory to share that passion about being in...

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The calm wind of Boulder fills my room as the soothing sound of each leaf from the tree branch against the window whooshes slightly to my thoughts telling me so many things...... I half listen as my gaze strolls up to somewhere in the space at nothingness... and my eyes fill with tears and my heart fills with longing.... I confess, I miss...

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It was my first day in Colorado, US, for the Unreasonable Institute. The beginning of a beautiful day, sun hadn't gained it full power and thus the sky was clear with patches of white floating... I perhaps never had seen anything as beautiful as this, the green of Boulder with the blue of sky reminded me of how perfect Nature is.... I had...

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