At the red-bricked house
5 April 2009
It rained in Lahore the other night. They say rains at this time of the year are terrible for the wheat crop. For us self-satisfied urbanites, rain is beautiful and a relief from growing heat. The man made pollution disappears for a while and spring flowers are back in their full glory.
But the rain was not that pleasant this time. The lingering feeling of doom in the air was too much. Heavy. All present were even depressed and even concluded that now the country was all set to fail. How chilling to hear the words about a place that one identifies with.
But hope rekindled yesterday after attending a big peace rally, undaunted by threats and fear. Quite liberating.
Public opinion does matter, I believe, even to terrorists.
Think ‘rain’ ‘spring’ ‘hope’; doom and despair will have to dispel so long as vocal activists and thinkers like you make up Pakistan. The world will not let a fair fight fail. March on!
Sidhu and Id: thanks for the comments. Words can be so soothing.
Yes march we shall – and fight we must.
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