I was born in Dubai, lived there for several year before moving to Pakistan. I went back nearly 12 years later and though I was expecting it to be an alien world I had never expected myself to feel an alien in my birth land. After the dust of 12 years settled nothing was the same, no memory in tact, nothing for me to cling on to remind myself of things. 'Progress' is inevitable but I'm human and theres no progressing that. All I could see were reflections.