It’s been almost a week since we’ve been in Karachi. Saturday marks the death anniversary of Benazir Bhutto, and there are posters all around the city commemorating the loss – juxtaposed against the December frenzy of parties, weddings and shopping. In the house, electricity weaves in and out of wires, and one can never predict how much time there is to check email, charge phones and take care of business. And then, there is a different pace of living, where all plans are made to be altered, reconfigured, only to shift again. This is Karachi. Some things don’t change. And I suppose I am happy for that.