deja vu introduces it's new menu. i like it. it has a very deja vu-ish touch to it. naturally, mamoo designed it. sitting with a new life, settled life in L.A, he still manages to coordinate work at deja vu (his baby). i miss him sometimes. i miss him most when i go to the cafe area above. i remember interviewing him (1997) for something i planned to write and his interview was primarily about coffee and the potential for a coffee culture in pakistan, primarily in karachi.
i see him because he built everything with his own two hands, putting in a lot of love and soul. i see him because the pictures were collected by him, one by one and each had its own story, which he was more than willing to tell.
i see him because i miss the evenings we'd spend at his place-him strumming his guitar and me on vocals with him joining in now and than-i miss the stories, i miss the teacher in him, i miss the entertainer in him and i miss the perfectionist in him-especially when it comes to his art and creations-i see him in every picture and in every lighting in the deja vu cafe.
mum said one of the reasons why she didn't take me seriously when i told her i wanted to become a singer (around the time when i was 6-12 years old) was because she didn't think i was intrinsically motivated and i wanted that because i idolised her brother, my uncle. that is so not true. i did idolise him to a certain extent, i felt like he was one of those very few people who understood.
we were always on the same wavelenght. always.
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