Beckoning Strangely

I have the strangest feeling that it would not take much to make me
fall in love with Karachi- despite my deep running affection for Lahore.
There is something about the sheer magnitude of activity, the
metropolitan atmosphere, the significant sense of constant
instability, the grimy grit and poetic urban decay that calls out for
me. For this soul living in this tiny city in the north of Pakistan.
This unknown city seems to beckon like some painted-oiled mistress
from a public harem. The earthiness only adds to the grandeur.