Born and bred in the North Nazimabad region of Karachi, I was your standard Sharmila desi boy who would think a million times before raising his eyes to even glance at a girl.
I started looking for jazzy bios, photos with personality (change of scenery, adventure sports, more than just a perfectly timed selfie), school information, the kind of mutual friends I shared with them. It was my , after all, as if being a woman in this precarious situation was a crime.You were “friends” that were practically inseparable, everybody knew there was more than meets the eye but no one used that word to link you to your significant other. Boyfriend and girlfriend concept had finally undergone the test of time. Most people I know of have taken this simple five-step course of relationship: Friends – Really good friends – Friends who knew everything about you- Friends who ask you to be their girlfriend – Relationship A walk down memory lane would end you somewhere on Orkut, where many a love stories commenced in the crisp summer of ’05 but Tinder came with a certain undertone.