Friday, July 11, 2025; Karachi

215 pm I am back at my beach after having my only cooked meal of the day. I was busy interacting with people, for inverter for my own muscle power station and for father's medicines; I heard they call for prayer. I started yoga listening to the audio but after a few postures started doing it on my own. Took shower and went out to see what was happening; Anita said that she had cooked the food and now was going to make roti; I asked her to fry two eggs for me without any oil.  I took out the roti that Nusrat Apa sent and asked Anita to first just fry eggs for me because all I needed from her were two fried eggs and a cup of tea. 

A replacement box of mangoes arrived from Multan Point.  Good customer care! 

659 pm I am in the office waiting for the driver to come back with the medication. 

828 pm I am here in the TV room after finishing my shake.  Today, an hour or so ago, it was the first time father said now was the time to let Tahira go. 

One thing that put me off really bad was when the driver came back the medicines he bought were in a small paper bag and that paper bag was in a plastic bag.  I showed my disappointment to him; I have told him multiple times not to get these shopping bags, but he does it every single time. Can't these people see litter on the streets?