It was still hard to believe that the recordings were finished. I felt a need to leave Jamshoro as fast as possible, after being stuck there for such a long time. Optimistically, I had hoped to finish all my work by the end of June, which based on the work load seemed feasible, but I also knew that working here could take much longer for all the wrong reasons. It was mid July and I was halfway done.I was exhausted, as I packed up things and went out to meet a few more friends and thank people before I left. Darya sahib and a friend of his drove me to Radio Pakistan in Hyderabad. I spent some time with Ustad Anb Jogi, his father Bhiko Jogi, Ustad Sodho Jogi and a few others.We ate some lunch, then Anb and I head over to the bus stand. His wife had knit a pillow cover for me, which I put in my bag. I hopped on a van with my things and I was off. I watched the landscape change from dusty little towns to desert landscapes and back.Eventually, I reached Nawabshah. It is a city I have seen since I was very young, yet each time I return there are many changes. I went to my mother’s childhood home as usual and met my relatives as well as a few new additions, in the form of small cousins born since last I visited.It was time for food, rest, playing with tiny tots and catching up with relatives.