So we are over the profusely humid pashakal, sawan, barsat or monsoon of the current season. I cannot recall the mid of an Islamabad summer to be as hot and humid as this one proved to be. I lost a few kilos in sweat, the hard gathered weight that I’ve been trying to accumulate through rigours in the gym of late. But I’m relieved since the breeze has started to blow cooler, taking with it the mid summer suffocation.
Suffocation I wish, was an accessory associated only to a weather condition; it broods in one’s mind too!. I hope for a similar breeze to caress through the corridors of my mind, for the cobwebs are densening.