No matter how soaring the temperatures might get in the morning, I just love the summer evenings. The soothing shades extended by a dying sun hold a perfect lure for people to come out and take some sighs of relief from the scorching sun beams. I too am frequently stimulated by such a lure which I gladly accept as well courtesy my inclination to breath in open airs.
These days I’m loving my evening routine when I prefer to walk back hostel from job; a walk of about half an hour. On my way I come across children enjoying themselves playing cricket in the wider lanes of I-8 which constantly reminds me of our carefree childhood when cricket used to be the most important thing in our lives. A little more further a couple of caged pet dogs sitting in front of a house start growling and barking as if I have done them an enormous wrong. I wave at them happy with the thought that they are leashed. Going past the play ground I silently admire a good save by a hockey goal keeper practicing his skills, or a tiny football player showing some good dodging techniques. Next comes the market place where a bakery serves spicy cholay samosas quite hard to resist. Enjoying a plate of samosa or chat I share a good laugh with one of the workers who happens to be a very pleasant talker except when he calls me khan saab. The remaining distance of 10 or so minutes is spent in a bit of a self meditation as I discuss lots with me; the best friend of mine. I forgot to mention the company of the mild evening breeze which is showing quite permanently these days hearing my talk and whispering the songs of nature and beauty into my ears. My euphoria ends when I reach my blacked out room hit by the nuisance of load shedding.