Letter to an Old Friend

Hi Nilofer!

You finally came. I was waiting for you. People said that you were a vicious, dangerous, damaging being to be around. But I don’t believe them. In fact, *whispers* I think they’re all a bit jealous of you, capturing the attention of millions and billions. They said you would come with a vengeance, destroying all in your path. I think you were in a hurry to reach your destination. But I guess you lost hope along the way. What made you change your blistering mind? Was it the whispers of men? Was it all those prayers you heard? Or was it the silent plea of a mother, crying, “Not today. Not while the children sleep, please not today.”? Something provoked you and I am more than intrigued to know what. Because when you finally did come tonight, after teasing us for two whole days, you brought joy. You brought petrichor; the most peaceful and exciting of all scents this world has ever produced. You came innocuously, bringing calm and life with that sweet sweet rain. And just the right amount too. A song for all the children out there, lulling them to sleep. The slight patter of drizzling water on the roads and pavements and grass and plants and rooftops, melting the coldest of hearts with your almost ethereal footsteps. There is so much calm tonight, Nilofer, because all those who thought you were deadly and hellacious, now believe that even the most frightening things in life have a good side. You soaked the dusty streets of Karachi, long neglected by others who came and went. This old city needed you. It needed you and it didn’t even know it. You came almost like a lover, helping a chaotically serene city. You gave Karachi what it needed. It needed you to adorn it with bright, glittering leaves and giggling children. Oh Nilofer! You were brilliant. You gave this old town what it had lost. Joy. Life. Peace. Thank you Nilofer. I look forward to seeing you again, but maybe you could just tone down your danger level a little bit before attracting the radars.

Bye! Until next time.

x Z

P.S: the weather was extraordinary.

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