Just like that; just like that, I forget the broken roads, I forget Amir Liaquat’s monstrous face plastered over all the billboards, I ignore the motorcyclist spitting paan strategically out of his helmet, I ignore the constant honking and the fact that no one observes traffic rules, I ignore the recurring adverts about mobile phones and lawn prints, the telecom wires that are dangerously close to the ground, and all the ‘Ramzan offers’ that are apparently too good to refuse. I can smell the raindrops hitting the mud and regardless of how humid it is, the weather feels like it’s perfect outside.
Just like that Karachi, with the first monsoon rain, I fall in love with you all over again.
Originally published on Facebook on July 25, 2014.
