khayaal-e-Khatir-e-ahbab chahiye har dam
Anees Thes na lag jai aab-ginoN ko
The truck here is transporting earthen clay pots (called ‘matka’ – singular) which are used to keep drinking water cool. Being made out of clay, one would imagine not to try transporting them without any packaging BUT that is the beauty of Pakistani transport which continues to defy the norms of Aesthetics, Physics, Mechanics, Capacity, Luxury, Hilarity, Logic, Poetry, Center of Gravity, Speed Limits etc.
What do all these fragile matkas hanging so precariously remind you of? Can you suggest a title.

























































