Jinnah!

She paced up the road taking appropriate turns to the way out of Jinnah last week when on the way her shoulder swiped against a lady's hard bony proximal end of the upper limb as she rushed her way in the opposite direction followed by many bumping, striding and brisking with equal emergency. She poked her head in one of the persons' way inquiring about the cause of their rush. She was paid no heed as they continued with dedication and enthusiasm.

"Ap log kahan ja rahay hain?" She questioned another in the swarming wave of impatient looking people dressed in saarhi, fancy clothings, bare feet women in sindoor and bindiya, men who carried cooking pots over their heads with branches of healthy looking leaves cluched tightly and some placed on top of the lids of pots they carried.

She could feel the heat of the burning road through her rubber slippers. It was tremendously hot.
"Allah humma ajirni minnan naar," she recited.

The excitement of the crowd only made her grow curious as to what they were upto. As they all paced by, an elderly woman tailed them trying to keep up.
Aha! I'll just ask her.

"Amma kahan jaa rahi ho, ye sab kahan ja rahay hain is qadar jaldi mein?" She questioned the elderly woman who held a fistful of her saarhi gathered in her right palm to keep it from impeding her chase.
"Mandir ja rahay hain pooja kay liye," Amma informed her and carried on.

Distraction

Fifth semester mainay jis haal mein dya hai ye main jaanti hun aur mera Khuda janta hai.
Bus Sana last one tomorrow; screw everything, hit Forensic!
Come on, get up, pick Parikh up. Go. Go. Go.
Shabash.