Today, I ate my father

I buried my father one grey day in an unknown cemetery off a narrow lane in a suburb of karachi after being transported in a rented public bus that took corners faster than a ferrari.

We rolled him up in a white cotton sheet and lowered him into the shallow grave dug by a couple of guyz, the sweat still rolling off their faces.

Did the necessary rituals and called it a night.

And now, I eat this carrot knowing that my pops, not in a wood casket or a metal coffin, but in a white biodegradable cotton sheet became almost instantly, food for the microorganisms which became food for the plants which by and by became food for me... Thus, I ate my father and he his father... Thanks, big guy!!