Story of a city
Friday night. Work thankfully ended soon. An afternoon nap meant my 40s body still had energy and enthusiasm to go out at night. One just has to look hard enough and there are options. Of course, it helps if you have money to burn.
I picked a Sufi night. The place is a nice one. I've been there before. Good crowds and it usually invites good performers. I decided to ditch my car. Took a cab. I don't like cabs and jerky driving. But today, cab it is.
The city is swimming in the night lights. The gentle light of every alternate lamppost along the road. Not enough to light up the road. Just enough to show the vehicle in front of you. Vehicles on both sides of the road. All getting somewhere. Some, where people want to be and some, where they don't want to be. Either way, one has to get there.
A city is a leveller. It offers something for everyone. The problem begins when you want what the city is offering to the other.
I inch closer to my destination. I enter the happening road. Swarms of people are waiting outside to get in. When the prices are more affordable per quarter, the lines are longer. Women dressed elegantly. Men with their best tees. They're looking around. In hope to be seen. Some are.
People are getting off cabs and autos depending on the destination. People are waiting outside for their friends. Some anxious. Some knowingly. She has always been late. And yet, they always wait. Colours everywhere. Pink, blue, red and black. A lot of black. Strangely, the night invites a lot of black. There's chatter on the roads. Some bursts of laughter. What a sight! Laughing people are sight for sore eyes. Good times beckon. Thank God it's Friday.