So picture this. I am driving by this place in Karachi which is heavily dug up; they are constructing a new road- (Why this has to be done in the monsoon period escapes me! Specially because as soon as these roads are made and left on for a few days to dry, the rain pours down hard and fast and we are back where we started).. I think it is starting to rain. Needless to say, I’m stuck in traffic. Construction workers are swarming the area, some walking around with tools slung over shoulders, some of them digging. Dig, dig, dig, with a shovel for a trench, dig, dig, dig. Then I see him. He is looking right at me. He is not digging. In fact, he is just standing there, inside a small ditch that he dug up and just looking straight. Rain is pouring down at him, and he is smiling and looking at me. I don’t why he is smiling; maybe at himself but how can he know how comical he looks. But I know that amidst all that rubble, he is enjoying himself.
I know I am not supposed to just smile back at someone I see on the road, specially someone who happens to be a man, and a construction worker, but I cannot stop myself. I find myself looking back at him and smiling. One of the biggest smiles I have smiled in the longest of time.