It's still the same in some respects, but things have definitely changed since when I was last here. It's not as.. alive(?) as it used to be. The traffic jams, the power cuts, the throngs of people at Clifton beach, rush hour traffic in Saddr, the inconvenience of roads broken to be rebuilt two years ago, more flyovers, the immense divides amongst the people that no bridges can cover, afternoon madness at Sunday Bazaar, all of that remains the same. But there is more suffering. This city had life pulsating in undercurrents, it fueled its residents' resolves to keep going on no matter what. But now there's an air of defeat. The people of Karachi are tired. They are tired of putting on brave faces everyday, and they are tired of hoping for the best. Where is this hope going? The silent question looms over this city, in the air around us. What are we running from, and to where?