The fact of the matter is, it often feels like you don’t just live in Lahore. You exist in a sea of smog and noise and chaos and the nausea of a city that is often at odds with its own history and its own brilliance. Nothing is where it should be and everyone seems to be drifting or rushing through the dusty streets. Motorcyclists veer in and out of traffic at break-neck speed. Kites and crows pick at trash and meat thrown on the side of the roads by believers who think all will be well because of this sadqa to take away the Evil Eye. Children cross thoroughfares without looking both ways. Traffic wardens do their dance of authority with bored expressions on their often handsome faces. At any given moment there are dozens of people overcrowding a public transport bus, clinging on for dear life. The jarring noise of rickshaws mingles with the many calls for prayers from minarets spread like spikes through the mohallas. Questions of science and progress are debated in halls of learning.
There is so much in this city at any given moment that perhaps, for its own citizens, it becomes easier to ignore it all and not feel for it one way or the other. Then sometimes something like this is passed around and its a chance for us all to pause and consider the worth of these ordinary everyday things happening all around us all over again.
Lahore, now, is merely a ghost of its glorious past. That is what some may believe. But those who live here, those who know that no matter where the world goes, there is no other place like this city, they understand that this place is always in transition, and always in repair.
That is its charm. That is its pull.
Here’s Lahore. And you’re always welcome.
Video by Saad Khan; Sound by Khurram Siddiqi.
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