by MW Cook
Construction is real in Sindh. Many of the roads have been completely re-done. Here in Sanghar the main road used to be a bumpy mess of rocks and water that would never completely dry up. Now it’s as smooth as anything you’d drive on in Canada.
Once you get out of the city it’s a different story. Mirpur Khas is fifty-seven kilometres away, but it took us two and a half hours to get there. The roads were a mess, gouged out by fervent construction.
Rattanabad has changed, too. I don’t even recognize the place. But I recognize the people, though they’ve all changed, too.
To say that everything changes may be banal, because what else would everything do? But the banal things might be the most real, after all.