Till a few hours earlier there were fireworks of delightful joy, somewhere there were real fires,hearts burning with anger despair and sorrow,hands holding torches aloft, protesting against the uncontrolled fire of beastly desire lust and fanaticism of spilling blood.The not so long year was ending with tears,sighs,shouts songs and dirges.The Hours seemed like seconds and soon all was over but the shouting,darkness merged into more darkness,time kept ticking and The Earth kept circling,revolving to reveal to half the world what they thought -a new day of a new year-and I as one of the millions woke with deep gratitude of being alive...why is it still dark? More clearly opening the eyes they met a dense foggy scene.A foggy beginning to the number 13 after the 20.A new day in my present adopted city of Rawalpindi and I felt happy and lucky to capture the moments and share with the world.