I went to Nazimabad today. It wasn’t a whimsical, soul-searching bike ride like a millennial YouTuber might take, but rather an adventure through the labyrinthine arteries of public transport, which, frankly, can be quite stressful. Yet, we persevere, for there are stamps to be acquired on I.I. Chundrigar Road.

Today’s triumphs were small but significant. I purchased stamps—three, to be precise. Two Rs. 2 stamps, adorned with a brown etching of the Quaid, and one Rs. 15 stamp, vibrant with multicolors and the same dignified visage. I do adore Jinnah, but a change of motif would be delightful—perhaps jasmines, markhors, or even the occasional architectural marvel.

An elderly gentleman offered to show us his stamp collection, a treasure trove I longed to explore. But duty called; Nazimabad awaited, vast and untamed. This blog, however, is not for meticulous recounting of site analyses. It’s a place for my soul to breathe, to rant, to find peace amidst the turmoil of conflicting emotions.

Stamps evoke a whirlwind of memories—joyful and melancholic, enough to compel this long-overdue post. To you, dear accidental visitor of my blog, whether you are a genuine reader or a mere digital wanderer, I extend my thanks.

Life often defies our expectations. The certainties we held dissolve, while the jesting whims of our minds come to pass. What remains are the curious relics of what might have been, tucked away in the pages of our past.

Sandesh is a delight procured from DACCA SWEETS. It’s funny how certain foods become emblematic of moments. Like in “Spirited Away,” when Chihiro, weary and burdened by the day’s trials, finds solace in a simple dumpling. For me, Sandesh holds that same comfort, a taste that transcends time and space, invoking childhood sentiments far removed from a plate of golgappay.

There are things left unsaid, words we wish we could summon at the right moment. Some battles are worth the scars, while others are best left to silence. For those unspoken words, I offer an apology—to myself and to the memories that might have been voiced.

Forgive me for the missed opportunity to celebrate my joy in buying Sandesh, for it might have sparked a connection with another “Spirited Away” enthusiast. Yet, in this quiet reflection, perhaps the Sandesh is glorified all the more, immortalized in this humble, unread blog post.

So here’s to keeping it mediocre, and finding beauty in the simple, the mundane, the unsaid.

Yours truly.