I remember playing cricket on the streets of Karachi.
I remember hitting a six er and a big bang of shattered glass windows.
I remember neighbours watching our games from their balconies.
I remember people moving their cars from the street before our games .
Now I know why I am so different from my peers here.
I am different because I was raised by the whole community besides my parents.
I owe to my upbringing to the streets of Karachi where neighbours raise future generations.
They provide their streets as playgrounds to grow us beyond imaginations.
I wish I would have shared this with you long before.
I miss my younger yest er years while playing cricket.
I miss my time on streets of Karachi while playing cricket.