Wish you were here.

Anyone noticed the gloom in the air of Lahore today?
From the dark sky and seething susurration of cold winds through the tress, from the lifeless brouhaha on the roads to midgets pretending to be in love, everything is fading as a smoke ring would do.

Wish you were here. Not because it is Valentine's day, which I never believed in, but because today only you could rid me of the sadness of this city.